Han Ziqi tasted blood at the back of his throat, fresh crimson spraying onto the snow-covered ground. He raised a hand to wipe his lips. "A true gentleman argues with words, not fists. This is hardly dignified, is it? Whoever made you angry, go throw your tantrum at them, not me."
"Say what you just said again, and I'll have you crawl out of West State." Fang Chuning's voice was icy to the extreme.
Fengyu quietly mused—it must have been Han Ziqi who provoked Fang Chuning. Neither he nor Xie Xun were the type to swallow their pride unless it involved someone they cared deeply about. If anyone else troubled them, they would retaliate without hesitation, no matter who the opponent was.
"Fine, fine..." Han Ziqi raised his hands. "It was my mistake. You're the bigger person."
