Jian Si's gaze shuttle back and forth between the two of them.
The more she watched, the more alarmed she felt.
In the cramped private room, the smell of gunpowder crazily spread, as if a careless move would ignite an explosion.
Ji Mingche walked to Jian Si's side, stretched out his hand, and affectionately put his arm around her shoulder, feigning a self-reproachful demeanor as he said, "Please don't blame Sisi for Yueyue's issues. Blame me if you must. I failed to take proper care of her, and Sisi is already very upset."
Lu Youting's gaze fell on his hand resting on Jian Si's shoulder, and his eyes gradually became fierce.
Feeling his gaze, Jian Si uncomfortably shifted a step to the side.
Ji Mingche's hand fell to his side, and his facial expression stiffened for a moment.
"I already know about Yueyue's situation. This is an act of God and has nothing to do with you guys; you don't need to feel sad or guilty. I have other things to attend to and must go now!"