“Ms. Ou, it would be better if you came with me.” Jiang Can lowered her voice. “That way, your ‘sincere apology’ will seem more sincere!”

"Your Highness, am I right?"

Jiang Can turned and threw the question at He Ya.

Even if Hea dislikes her, she still has to maintain appearances.

It's impossible to openly favor one's cousin in front of everyone.

Moreover, Jiang Can's request is not excessive.

In Southeast Asia, where etiquette is highly valued, if you get someone's skirt dirty, you have to accompany them to clean it and then buy them a new one. This is a basic principle.

“That’s right,” Heya smiled slightly, “Ouqiao, why don’t you go with Cancan?”

"What? I..."

Just as Ocho was about to say something, he met Hea's warning gaze.

She was furious. She glared at Jiang Can and left the round table, heading towards the restroom.

Jiang Can first bowed to He Ya, and then followed Ou Qiao at a leisurely pace.

The two went straight to the restroom.

Ocho was furious. He turned on the tap and then plugged the sink. The water level gradually rose and soon filled the sink.

"Go ahead!" she sneered. "You decide how you want to wash your skirt; I'll do as you please!"

"You're the one who dirtied my skirt, so it's up to you how you wash it."

"Jiang Can!"

Ou Qiao couldn't contain himself and shouted. Jiang Can, on the other hand, wore a faint smile.

Huo Zhixing taught her that in the boxing ring, the more agitated your opponent is, the more likely they are to expose their weaknesses. At that moment, all you need to do is remain calm and collected, and you can strike decisively!

The same principle applies to dealing with people like Ochoa.

Jiang Can slowly walked to the edge of the pool, gently splashed the water with her slender fingers, and asked in a low voice as if talking to herself:

"Miss Ou, do you think... there is such a thing as absolute fairness in this world?"