Seeing Xu Xinyi's eyes glistening with tears, Lu Jiahe's heart tightened, and the whole person panicked.

"Xinyi, don't cry first. I didn't mean to. I apologize to you. Can I pay you a new skirt tomorrow?"

Lu Jiahe wants to help Xu Xinyi wipe her tears. She clenches her teeth tightly, resists the crying and pushes Lu Jiahe in front of her.

Lu Jiahe was pushed to a staggering pace, and after several steps back, he managed to stabilize himself.

"happy you..."

"pay me tomorrow?! Today is my sixteenth birthday, you know! This skirt is specially made by me. I'm reluctant to wear it for more than two months after...