"Girl, with words this vague, if you insist on taking a part for the whole, what are we to make of it?" Guardian Nangong rebuked coldly.
Lu Lingshuang, though she spoke of what happened that day, merely gave a rough account.
Those details that would make one blush and heart race, she naturally would not tell.
"Guardian Nangong, that is where you are wrong." At the side, Lu Yao tightly gripped Lu Lingshuang's hand, signaling her not to be afraid, then fixed a cold gaze on Guardian Nangong.
"That day, Xiao Yi, that vile thief, went so far in his excess. Senior Sister Lingshuang is a maiden; of course she is ashamed to put it into words. How could she recount everything in detail?"
Lu Yao's tone grew ever colder. "Guardian Nangong, I respect you as a senior, but sprinkling salt on someone's wounds—is that the conduct of a senior?"
Guardian Nangong's face darkened in anger. "You impudent brat, sharp tongue, is it? Have you really taken this old man…"
