Han Chen asked curiously, "Xia, why aren't you saying anything?"

What do you want me to say? Nothing I say can ease this awkward situation!

Feng Guang's lips twitched, and she silently turned her body a little to the side. Undeniably, she always felt helpless whenever she faced this boy.

But he still seemed to think she felt guilty, so he kindly said, "Xia, you really don't need to feel guilty. My grandfather is a very good person. Back then, when someone criticized him in front of him, he just laughed it off. However... he only felt sad and upset when no one else was around."

She raised her hand to cover her face; she really didn't want to hear those transitional words like "but" and "however" from his mouth anymore.

Han Chen added, "Anyway, Grandpa didn't see you touch his beloved collection, did he?"

"Stop talking!" Feng Guang looked directly at him. "How can I make amends?"

He stirred up her guilt in just a few words, especially when he repeatedly emphasized that the old man was unaware of what she had done. The pangs of conscience became even more intense. Although Feng Guang did not consider herself a completely good person, she could not get over the guilt of hurting an old man.

"Make amends?" Han Chen asked. "Xia didn't do anything wrong, so what do you need to make amends for?"

She pursed her lips. "I shouldn't have just sat in that armchair."

“If Xia considers this a mistake… I understand the guilt and remorse that comes with feeling guilty when you think you’ve made a mistake. Although I don’t think Xia has made a mistake, in order to make Xia feel better…” Han Chen thought for a while and then slowly said, “Why don’t you help my grandfather clean the house?”

"Cleaning? Aren't you afraid I'll stumble upon something valuable again?"

He smiled and said, "It's just mopping the floor and wiping away the dust. There's no need for you to make a big fuss, Xia. Of course, you don't have to do it... I can take care of these things."

She gritted her teeth and said, "I'll do it!"

"Since Xia insists, I won't say any more. Here are the cleaning tools, Xia."

When Feng Guang saw him take out a mop and rags from behind the door, her brow twitched. "You had this prepared all along?"

"I was planning to do a thorough cleaning today, but you insisted on taking on the cleaning duties, so I had no choice but to accept it." He said helplessly and sighed, indicating that he had originally intended to do it himself.

But that's just something to look at.

Feng Guang's face was a mixture of emotions. She gripped the mop in her hand and cursed this "malicious" man a hundred times in her heart.

Han Chen laughed, "Xia, if we start now, you might be able to finish before 5:30."

"I know! You don't need to rush me!" She glared at him fiercely, and actually picked up the mop and started mopping the floor.

When the old man came out again, he saw that the house was bright and clean, and even the dust on some things had been cleaned off. He was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Fengguang holding a mop. He hurried over and asked, "Little girl, what are you doing?"

Han Chen, who was sitting to the side, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea. He said leisurely, "Grandpa, Xia is helping you clean the house."

"I know, I was asking why they cleaned my house." The old man then looked at Fengguang, "Little girl, why did you clean my house? You're a guest."