Sanlang, who was only fifteen years old and already feeling guilty, turned even paler upon hearing Bai Ruozhu's words. His hands even began to tremble.
"Oh my, Sanlang, you're looking rather pale. Do you feel unwell somewhere?" Bai Ruozhu feigned innocence and then pretended to realise something, gasping in mock surprise. Her words had an undeniable teasing undertone, which only caused Sanlang's heart to leap into his throat.
"Sanlang, you aren't scared by what I said, are you?" Bai Ruozhu laughed, "You are such a scaredy-cat. You even get afraid when we talk about other people's affairs?"
Sanlang, his face almost ashen, flushed red, all the way up to his ears. He glared at Bai Ruozhu angrily and yelled, "You're the one who's afraid! Who said my face looks bad? I just woke up and haven't fully recovered!"
Bai Ruozhu did not argue with him. Instead, she turned to her father and said, "Father, I'm sorry to trouble you, but we must ensure that the thief faces legal sanctions."