Jing Xiaocha caught Mother Ou's hand as it came down.
She knew it was disrespectful to an elder, but she couldn't just stand by and watch Brother Wen, whom she deeply loved, get hit.
She would rather Mother Ou scold her, hit her.
As long as Brother Wen wasn't harmed.
"Yes, it's your fault." Mother Ou angrily shook off Jing Xiaocha's hand.
Wen Jin immediately shielded her behind him, his tall figure a solid wall in front of her, apologetically looking at Mother Ou, "Aunt, Yi Han and I have already broken up."
"..."
Mother Ou's hand froze in mid-air.
She stared at him without blinking, seemingly unable to believe what she heard.
Time stood still at that moment.
Jing Xiaocha, shielded behind Wen Jin, furrowed her brows, lightly biting her lip to endure the searing pain from her wound; she could feel blood seeping through the gauze.
What was originally just two small punctures from two nails had enlarged several times after the surgery due to infection.
