Little Landlady thought for a moment, "This is Lin Chuan's problem."
"Uh."
Shen Qianqian fell silent for a moment, then said, "Isn't Lin Chuan's problem also your problem?"
"Of course it is!" Little Landlady asserted confidently.
"So, Lin Chuan's problem is your problem, and your problem is my problem; they're all the same. No need to fret over this," Shen Qianqian reasoned in her own peculiar way.
Little Landlady paused, looking befuddled, "It does seem to be the case."
"Alright, I'll go and get a grasp of the situation. You guys do the same," Shen Qianqian reminded.
Shortly after, the two ended the call.
"Both of you, do you think I should be thrown in jail or what?" At this moment, Lin Chuan finally 'demanded an explanation with a serious tone.'
Little Landlady shrank her neck, looking like a guilty little cat, with a sulky expression and downcast eyes, "Sister Qianqian and I were just joking."
"You've got some nerve!"
Lin Chuan huffed.