Tianmiao turned her head to look at the startled Yi Lan, and asked slowly and seriously, "Why should you apologize, elder sister? I didn't bump into him; he bumped into me."
Cold sweat broke out on Yi Lan's forehead as she gently tugged on Tianmiao's clothes, signaling her to stop speaking. The person in question was Lord Nezha, and he was notoriously ill-tempered. Nezha was not someone minor immortals like them could afford to offend.
"Hahaha, no way, Nezha, you got knocked down by this little radish." A man's mocking voice came from the side, "Oh no, you bumped into her and ended up falling over yourself."
"Tch!" Nezha quickly got up and said to Yi Lan in an annoyed manner, "What's with your attitude? Do I seem like someone unreasonable? This little radish is right; I bumped into her. It's me who should apologize."
Yi Lan was stunned, unsure as she looked at Nezha.
