"What's in your head is..."
Chen Silin instinctively retorted but stopped abruptly when she saw the face under the mask.
"Jiang… Jiang Fan?"
She couldn't believe her eyes.
Her mind went blank.
"You helped our Chen family, really for my sake!"
Jiang Fan said angrily, "What else?"
"What's in your head? Do you think I'm a lecher?"
Ah!
Chen Silin was completely bewildered.
She then thought of her sloppy appearance, the awful dishes she made, and her unpleasant image.
Suddenly, she felt a sense of utter despair.
She had shown her most embarrassing side in front of the person she liked the most.
"I can't live anymore!"
She squatted down and covered her face, crying bitterly.
Chen Yuqiu arrived upon hearing the commotion.
Seeing his daughter squatting on the ground and crying from a distance, he thought she had been bullied. His heart ached and he blamed himself: "I'm sorry, Silin. Father shouldn't have let you bear this."