"Tingxue, don't blame Qingqing," Wu Jiarun quickly said in a submissive manner: "Qingqing accidentally broke her leg. She's in a bad mood and was just speaking carelessly. She doesn't blame you."
"Mom! Are you crazy?" Yue Qingqing pounded the bed and roared: "It's clearly Beitang Tingxue who broke my leg. What's this about accidentally breaking it? Mom, are you possessed?"
"Qingqing, just say a few words and stop talking!" Wu Jiarun hurriedly tried to cover Yue Qingqing's mouth again.
"Don't worry, your mom's not crazy!" Beitang Tingxue looked down at her from above, her eyes full of the teasing playfulness of a cat with a mouse: "Yue Qingqing, don't worry. I'll clear up your doubts! The reason things have developed differently from how you planned is because I didn't have a boyfriend before, but now I do!"
