"Taking care of? How are you taking care of?"
Wen Rou's voice trembled a bit. Ou Zun, as a person, would take care of someone?
Impossible!
Definitely impossible!
Seeing her reaction, Xia Moye covered her mouth and giggled, "Indeed, you've grown up with Ou Zun and know him all too well. The 'taking care of' I'm referring to is certainly not what you're thinking of. Do you know? Ou Zun is nothing less than a public grievance. On the very first day, he made Mù Qiānxún suffer a heat stroke. He made her run ten laps alone in the playground in front of six thousand people. By the time Mù Qiānxún collapsed, she was half-dead. And the next day, he showed no chivalry at all. He even ended up in a fight with Mù Qiānxún that resulted in her waist getting twisted. I heard it almost broke. This prejudice is too deep!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Rou's expression was a mixture of astonishment and confusion.
"What happened?"
