Han Luoli pursed his lips, squeezed the girl's palm, and wrote the words "little troublemaker" in her soft, tender hand.
The man's sneaky little actions sent a tingle through her, making her heart flutter.
"Why haven't you brought her out yet? Wen Xin must explain this to me clearly!" Old Mrs. Han said emphatically.
She obviously wasn't ready to let this issue slide and turned to glare unhappily at Han Zaijing and Wen Zhiyan: "It can't be that you two instructed her to do this, right? As parents, are you aware?"
"Mom, how could you think that way? Wen Xin is already grown up; the things she does, we as parents don't watch her every day, so how could we know everything so clearly!"
Han Zaijing skillfully shifted the blame, eagerly distancing himself and Wen Xin from the matter.
Considering Wen Xin wasn't there anyway, since the old lady knew everything, it might as well let Wen Xin take the blame for good.
