This....
"Hahaha, I was just joking."
Qian Zhijin subtly rubbed the back of his head, forced a smile, and kept retreating while waving his hand. But there was a flower bed, and he had nowhere left to retreat. "I knew you guys were coming, so I said that, hahaha..."
"We were just joking too." Zhou Li said seriously, then signaled to those around him. Everyone lost their refinement, like street gangsters, and rushed at Qian Zhijin.
"Slap, slap..."
"Thud, thud..."
"@#¥#%..."
Though they didn't really start a fight, each person tossing an insult was enough for Qian Zhijin to bear.
His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were torn.
When others could see him again, he was as haggard as if he had just experienced a brutal war, like a refugee who had just escaped from the gunfire.
And he was forced to sign many unfair treaties.
For instance, a group demanded that Qian Zhijin publicly confess his issues to Zhao Yi.