"You woman... you've really disappointed me so much."
"..."
After Song Jing finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze in an instant.
"Zhongli Wuzhi beat me up like that, don't you feel guilty toward me?"
Xiaoer's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly said,
"It's Director Song, you... you told me not to feel guilty towards you, didn't you?"
"I told you not to feel guilty, so you don't feel guilty? Is it because I told you, or because you never felt guilty in the first place!"
Song Jing, though he always appeared gentle and honest, with a scholarly demeanor and treated people with humility and tenderness,
suddenly roared at Xiaoer, and in the next second, threw her onto the bed.
"Ah!"
Xiaoer let out a cry of alarm.
She tried to get up from the bed but found she didn't even have the strength to prop herself up with her hands.
Even in her confusion, Xiaoer realized what the problem was.
"That... that flower was from you..."
"Like it?"
