Huo Chengying said to Zhenzhen seriously.
Not a hint of joking in her tone.
Of course, it's not necessarily because she likes Lu Tingshen.
What she meant by responsibility was just taking care of Lu Tingshen.
"Little Crystal, here you go again. I'm your elder, so don't say things like that in the future." Lu Tingshen focused on driving, thinking about what had happened while waiting at the red light.
It was a reflex—a genuine worry that Huo Chengying might get hurt, without any consideration, and there was a sudden panic in his heart.
This feeling was unfamiliar; he subtly grasped at something but didn't ponder deeply.
"Little uncle, what are you talking about? Did you misunderstand me? I really meant that if you were hurt, I'd take care of you these few days." Huo Chengying's gaze was pure, without a trace of impurity.
Lu Tingshen: "..."
He realized that Huo Chengying hadn't deceived him; it was him overthinking.
