Taking the Blame

Huo Chenhuan had a rare look of embarrassment on his face.

Before he could explain, Su Yayan heard their conversation. She poked her head out of the kitchen and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing." Huo Chenhuan spoke before Uncle Zhang could. "We were discussing what delicious food you made this morning."

"I made some glutinous rice porridge and a few side dishes. You've been in a special situation recently, so you need to eat something light."

Huo Chenhuan was alarmed when he heard Su Yayan's words. As expected, he turned around and met Uncle Zhang's loving gaze.

Huo Chenhuan, "…" Fine, they would never be able to clear their name.

Su Yayan did not notice the tension between the two of them. After she finished speaking, she retreated back into the kitchen. She wanted to get the porridge and dishes ready as soon as possible.

After she left, Huo Chenhuan heaved a sigh of relief and took the blame. "I'll be careful."