Framing the Blame

Just as Zhouzhou was about to fall to the ground, a hand suddenly reached out and caught her.

Zhouzhou looked up, meeting Luke's face directly. Instantly, her face flushed red, and she shyly looked at him.

Luke gazed at her, the corners of his mouth curling into a slight smirk. "Be careful," he said in a low, magnetic voice, causing Zhouzhou's ears to turn bright red.

She hurriedly stood up and thanked him in English, with a slight accent from R Country. "Thank you."

Luke raised an eyebrow at her, his gaze lingering with a hint of meaning. He said nothing further and continued walking ahead.

A few girls nearby looked at Zhouzhou with envy, nudging her as she stepped out of the crowd.

"Dad, you all go to the restroom and keep an eye on him. I'll go change clothes," Zhouzhou whispered as she walked.

Sensing something was off in her tone, Ye Lingfeng asked, "What's going on?"

"I'm exposed," Zhouzhou replied.

"What? Are you sure?"