"How could you touch her cheek?"
"Oh, that? I saw a grain of rice on the corner of her mouth and wiped it off. What's wrong? Can't I even do that?" Sun Dasheng retorted.
"Nonsense! There was no rice. You're just making things up," Yang Xintian said, very displeased.
"You were so far away, how would you know?" Sun Dasheng looked at Xiang Zixuan, who was lowering her head in shyness. "Zi Xuan, tell Tian Tian, was there rice or not?"
At that moment, as if struck by inspiration, Xiang Zixuan instantly understood what he meant.
She looked up and gently pushed away Yang Xintian, who was shielding her. "Tian Tian, Uncle Sun is telling the truth. I did have a grain of rice on my mouth. He was just helping me get it off, that's all."
"Really?" Although Yang Xintian was still suspicious, what could she say when the person involved had said so herself?
"Uncle Sun, I'm going to the restroom for a moment." Xiang Zixuan hurried off, her face beet red as she clamped her legs together.
