You Didn't Wash Your Hands

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Xiaolian's pretty face was burning red.

This...

Saliva?

She looked flustered and kept apologizing. Then, she took out her handkerchief and wanted to help wipe it off.

But when she got closer to young master Xu, she became even more nervous.

Where to wipe?

The saliva on her face could be taken care of, but where was the saliva?

Her hand was suspended in mid-air. It was neither right to move, nor was it right to not move.

Xiao Lian swore. In her entire life, she had never been at a loss like this.

"Alright!"

Xu Xiaoshou took a handkerchief and wiped it on his face. He said in disdain, "You don't have to explain anything. If this matter can't be settled, then let someone else do it. This young master doesn't have the patience. You've been making fun of me."

Was she making fun of him?

Xiao Lian was stunned for a moment. who was making fun of whom?