Ji Yao believed that as a mother, she must first take responsibility.
Even though Xinxin was young and understood nothing, her words could be considered innocently spoken.
But she was not so young. As a guardian, she had the responsibility to apologize for her.
Seeing her take the matter so seriously, Lu Jincheng felt a complex emotion in his heart.
"Why are you making this so formal? I already said it's not a big deal. I don't blame Xinxin—in fact, I've always been fond of her. I wouldn't blame her for such a small thing. Ji Yao, you don't need to dwell on this, instead of troubling yourself," he said.
He didn't want her to be unhappy about this matter, to carry a burden.
Ji Yao, moved by how considerate Lu Jincheng was, felt stirred inside.
"Alright, don't worry about it. It's just a casual remark from a child. I don't care about it that much. Why are you so concerned?" he said with a light laugh, then suddenly thought of something, his eyes flashing, and he spoke.
