Lin Qingmu's eyes flickered with a hint of grievance as he began to complain.
"You ask him," he said pointing at Gu Yingzhou, vowing to tarnish this man's image in his sister's heart.
"What's wrong with me visiting my own sister? Instead, an outsider dislocates my arm. Is there no justice in this world?"
Gu Yingzhou glanced at Lin Qingmu, his expression a mixture of frustration and helplessness, and explained, "I didn't mean to..."
"If you didn't do it on purpose, then you must have done it intentionally," Lin Qingmu didn't give him a chance to explain.
As he spoke, he looked down at his limp right arm.
Even without words, one could feel his sense of injustice.
Gu Yingzhou had never before encountered a man so unreasonably manipulative and openly scheming, feeling utterly powerless inside.
However, he couldn't fight or scold this man, and in the future, he would have to treat him with kid gloves.
After a brief silence, Gu Yingzhou quickly approached Lin Qingmu.