Seeing Xu Zi's ceaseless movements, the elderly couple below grew anxious. Xu Zi's father snatched a megaphone from the hands of a reporter, "Xiao Zi."
The familiar address halted Xu Zi's actions; she doubted her ears, "Dad."
She glanced downwards, but the people below were as tiny as ants; she couldn't distinguish which one was her relative.
"Xiao Zi, don't do anything foolish," Xu Zi's father shouted.
Xu Zi was completely stunned. She couldn't understand why her parents would be here.
"Was it you who did this?" Xu Zi turned to look at Ye Ranran.
Ye Ranran, with a calm expression, nodded without evasion, "Yes."
Even the slightest thought would lead to this answer.
Jun Mochan already had a plan in mind, yet he felt it wasn't perfect enough, so he continued pondering and didn't interfere with the matter between Xu Zi and Ye Ranran.
This was a grudge between Ye Ranran and Xu Zi; he felt Ye Ranran would definitely prefer to solve it herself.