"No," Sheng Qianxia hastily replied, her voice hoarse.
"You're clearly upset, then why pretend it's okay?" Zheng Huainan said, "I better not catch who did it, or I won't be merciful!"
Someone had tampered with the faucet: it worked fine when turned on, but broke when tightened again.
Clearly, it was a prank targeted at them.
With this thought, Zheng Huainan added, "Don't worry, I will take responsibility."
"What?" Sheng Qianxia looked at him in surprise, momentarily not catching his words clearly.
Zheng Huainan's expression turned serious.
"Isn't it just like in the dramas? I've seen you cry, so I should take responsibility. And besides, it was my own decision at Ten Miles of Red Makeup to take responsibility for you. So, don't feel sorry; this is all voluntary on my part."
At that moment, Sheng Qianxia felt as if she saw Gong Beiyao's shadow in Zheng Huainan's eyes.
Especially when he uttered the words "take responsibility," the two figures seemed to overlap.
