As the ancients had well said: whatever you feared would come knocking.
The moment Zhang Xiaohu heard that voice, he cried inwardly, Oh no.
How could he let this person see him in such an embarrassing state? What was he supposed to do now?
Before he could think further, the person had already arrived beside him. It was Junior Sister Changge, whom he had just met last night.
Changge was still dressed in fitted martial attire, looking valiant and dashing. Beside her stood a petite girl with large round eyes and a plump little face with baby fat, so lovable that one could not help but feel fond of her. At that moment, those round, expressive eyes were staring curiously at Zhang Xiaohu, her puzzled expression plain as day.
Zhang Xiaohu wanted to make up a lie, but facing Changge's face, he could not utter a single falsehood. In truth, he had forgotten that in this plaza full of little radishes, who knew how many people had seen what he did? Changge had clearly watched it all from afar. Telling a lie would only make matters worse.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Xiaohu frankly said, "It's nothing. I was helping my younger brother get onto the platform."
The round-faced girl asked in a soft voice, "You need help getting onto the platform? Wouldn't a slight leap with lightness skill be enough?"
Zhang Xiaohu looked at Zhang Xiaohua, who had just steadied himself on the platform, and said, "My younger brother doesn't know lightness skill yet."
The round-faced girl spoke again. "You're just talking nonsense. Look at how he flipped onto the platform just now. How could he not know lightness skill? And that night by the river, he..."
That sounded awfully ambiguous. Zhang Xiaohu could not help narrowing his