"You might have misunderstood something," Shen Jingwei said earnestly. "I did not hurt Yan Renzhong."
He was naturally referring to Yan Renzhong's sprained ankle, which, according to the victim, was caused by Feng Jietang, but according to the perpetrator, was purely accidental in nature.
When Chun Yao responded by shooting daggers in his direction, Shen Jingwei's heart dropped to the pit of his stomach.
"Are you still a man?" she snapped. "Are you not going to admit that you slapped my Big Brother Yan's face so hard that his cheek became swollen?"
Oh.
That one.
Now that made more sense to him.
"Yes," Shen Jingwei readily admitted his mistake. "That was me. I was too engrossed in the scene."
And in his long-lasting resentment, boiling and bubbling within him like a pool of lava.
"Hmph!"
Chun Yao puffed up her cheeks and looked away from Shen Jingwei.