My Fault

Lu Zhen's heart palpitated. She didn't know what to say. In the end, she could only whisper, "Thank you for always helping me."

Song Jia knew that Lu Zhen was uncomfortable again, but he did not intend to find an excuse to hide his thoughts. He only said calmly, "It's fine. I'm willing."

Lu Zhen blushed and was about to say something when a strange voice came from behind. She listened for two seconds before she recognized the sound. Her face seemed to be burning.

There was another chair behind them, but that chair was more hidden and was covered by the grass. At this moment, the couple sitting on that chair was kissing passionately. From their position, they could clearly hear that ambiguous voice.

Lu Zhen suddenly stood up and looked at Song Jia. Song Jia was shocked by Lu Zhen's sudden action and looked at her in confusion. Lu Zhen glared at Song Jia. Aren't you leaving?