Rong Shaoze intuitively felt that Lin Xinlan was upset and followed her into the bedroom, where he hugged her and demanded to know what was wrong.
Lin Xinlan laughed and refused to say, so he tickled her until she couldn't take it anymore and confessed.
After finishing, she smiled sheepishly, "Actually, it's nothing. I'm just sulking with myself. I look like an old granny right now, so it's reasonable for people to mistake me for Xiaofan's grandma."
Rong Shaoze's eyes grew solemn as he sighed, "Xinlan, I'm sorry you had to suffer this indignity."
"What does it have to do with you? Don't take all the blame upon yourself."
Holding her tight, Rong Shaoze whispered, "It's my fault for not protecting you well and letting you suffer. I'm sorry."
"You," Lin Xinlan pointed at his forehead speechlessly and chuckled, "you've been good enough to me. If you blame yourself, I'll be upset too."
