"I'm telling you...from now on, stop generously giving away things from your home. It'll prevent others from misunderstanding your intentions. Be careful in the future." She reminded Ya Molian.
Although, she did feel that Ya Molian was relatively innocent this time.
He was motivated by kindness, and everyone knew he owed her a debt of gratitude for saving his life. Even if the villagers saw Ya Molian delivering gifts to her home, they'd always say he is simply acting out of gratitude, trying to repay her for saving his life.
Who would have known that even under such a circumstance, Lin Caihe could misinterpret things in the way she did. She had to admire Lin Caihe for that.
At least Lin Caihe had a wild imagination!
"Is it my fault?"
Ya Molian raised an eyebrow, asked her, and added a sentence.
"Indeed, it is my fault. It won't happen again."
He decided to deliver his gifts directly to Sang. This way, no one would misunderstand, projecting unwanted intentions on him.
"Hmm."
