Pei Mojing reached for a towel and, covering his body, strode towards the door.
After running all the way downstairs, Mu Zixuan hurried towards the entrance, only to discover at the doorway that she seemed to have forgotten her shoes.
That explained why her run had felt so smooth—it was because she was barefoot all along!
She turned back in a hurry, got to the stairs, and just as she bent down to put on her shoes, a pleasant yet authoritative male voice came from the second floor—
"Mu Zixuan... you must take responsibility for me!" It wasn't about shouldering responsibility, it was a must; there was no discussion, seeing me meant you had to be accountable.
Mu Zixuan's foot jerked, and instead of getting her shoes on, they tilted and fell to the side.
She twitched the corner of her mouth—
Take responsibility for him?
Did she even lay a finger on him?
Responsible?
Take responsibility for his big ghost head!
