"You're following me?" Zheng Nianru puffed out her cheeks as she spoke.
"Is it necessary to follow you? Such a person appearing in the Harem, the stench on you is enough to alert dogs hundreds of miles away. Do you think you were being secretive, that it's better if others don't know?" Zheng Congyuan said coldly.
"What do you mean by that?" Zheng Nianru suddenly sensed some emotions in the man's words, along with a sour taste, a mix of desolation and ridicule repeating endlessly in her heart.
Zheng Nianru felt, felt that the deep affection from her past life suddenly seemed somewhat comical.
"What do I mean? Did you use your brain when you acted, or did you think about saving them just because they made a pitiful noise? Did you consider whether it was appropriate, and who they are, did you think about the consequences?" Zheng Congyuan pulled back a thread of rationality, not knowing the key issue here, acting on impulse without considering the consequences.
