Fu Jinghen tightened his grip on her hand and couldn't help but admonish her, "Don't talk to others while walking backward; keep your eyes on the road. You almost fell yesterday. How come you never learn?"
Wen Qiao pouted and tapped Fu Jinghen's hand, "What are you here for then? Are my hands held by you for nothing? Can't you watch the road if I don't? If I fall, it would only prove that you weren't watching over me properly."
With three rhetorical questions and a summary, she pushed all the responsibility onto Fu Jinghen.
Feng Li almost couldn't resist applauding; her ability to shirk responsibility was truly peerless.
Fu Jinghen was actually rendered speechless by her twisted logic. He looked at their clasped hands and nodded, shouldering the blame. "It's my fault."
"It was indeed your fault." Wen Qiao muttered resentfully, "Why make it seem as if I'm forcing you to admit it?"
