"What's wrong?" Ye Xingbei looked displeased. "I think it was great! She hurt you, so I just wanted to stand up for you!"
Gu Junzhu held her hand, gently squeezing her soft, fair fingers. "Ye Xiaobei, your hands are meant for playing the piano and writing songs. Don't let such dirty things sully them! Promise me, don't ever do this kind of thing again. If you want to deal with someone, tell me—I'll handle it for you."
Ye Xingbei pouted. "Was my way really that bad?"
