Whose Fault Was It?

"So?"

Hearing Lu Yuan's words, Zhu Zhuqing seemed to realize something as well.

"So this was another mess caused by Rongrong, that little troublemaker." Lu Yuan chuckled.

"Huh? Is it my fault again?" Ning Rongrong opened her mouth wide, looking utterly dejected.

"What else could it be? If it wasn't your fault, was it ours?"

"If you hadn't put something in the wine, would any of this have happened?"

Lu Yuan spoke calmly.

"That's true!" Ning Rongrong stuck out her little tongue and lowered her head sheepishly. Lu Yuan was right—if they really got to the bottom of it, it was indeed her fault.

"But there's something strange. I watched both of them return to their respective rooms. How did Dean Erlong end up in Dean Flander's room?"

"Even if Dean Erlong entered an illusion and saw something that made her open her door, she still shouldn't have been able to get into Dean Flander's room. It's not like Rongrong, who had prepared a Soul Tool for picking locks in advance."

Lu Yuan stroked his chin, sounding puzzled.

Ning Rongrong's pretty face reddened at this. Remembering what she herself had done, she had been fearless at the time and did not regret it now, but she could not help feeling embarrassed.

Xiao Yuan would probably remember what she had done for the rest of his life.

But that was fine too. At least she had left Xiao Yuan with an unforgettable impression, hadn't she?

Thinking of that, Ning Rongrong suddenly became happy again. She was the optimistic sort, always inclined to look on the bright side. Once she thought of this, her face was once again full of smiles.

Naturally, Lu Yuan had no idea what Ning Rongrong was thinking. He was still pondering why Liu Erlong had gone to