Although it wasn't broad daylight, Bei Lin didn't believe in ghosts, and when she lifted the blanket, she quickly confirmed this.
"Tang Rao, what are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to be at Sister Hongxiu's today?"
Zhang Kexin realized she'd asked too much after the question. How could she know exactly where someone was supposed to be? Had she been prying too early?
"No, I didn't mean it like that. I thought Tang Rao was supposed to be somewhere else today, so I came to Sister Bei Lin's place. Please don't misunderstand me."
"I didn't misunderstand, but with all your explanations, now I'm starting to think I might have misunderstood."
Isn't there a saying, "You reap what you sow"?
Zhang Kexin wore a mournful face, wanting to pass the blame to Bei Lin. Luckily, Bei Lin was kind-hearted and helped to shoulder the blame.
"Maybe you should say less. Don't forget, this is my place. Aren't you afraid I'll make trouble for you since you came without permission?"
