"What's wrong?" Ye Xingbei said unhappily, "I think it's fine! She hurt you, so I just wanted to vent your anger!"
Gu Junzhu held her hand, gently pinching her fair, delicate fingers: "Ye Xiaobei, your hands are meant for playing the piano and writing songs. Don't let filth like that dirty your hands! Promise me, don't do this kind of thing again in the future. If there's someone you want to deal with, tell me, I'll handle it for you."
Ye Xingbei felt frustrated: "Is my method really bad?"
