When Lei Junshan kept asking, Xin Yue had to tell him the truth. "Actually, the chair you are sitting on, Haoran was doing arts and crafts on it."
"So?"
"That… today Haoran was doing project work on this chair… and he was sticking flowers on a chart paper…"
"So? What are you trying to say? Finish it in one go."
"So… that permanent glue got spilled on the chair and I forgot to clean it," Xin Yue didn't dare to look at Lei Junshan.
Lei Junshan's eyes widened in shock as he quickly stood up, but as he did, a loud tearing noise filled the room. Xin Yue gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Lei Junshan grunted, realizing what had happened: his trousers had been torn apart by the glue.
"Oh no," Xin Yue exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"What the wuck!" Lei Junshan exclaimed in anger. "Give me something to wear!"
"But Haoran's clothes won't fit you," said Xin Yue.
