"Hold on. I'm just worried that guy will come back. If he kills Old Guo, you'll all just blame it on me again!"
Zhao Rui said with a half-smile, his words carrying a hint of mockery for how Nie Sheng had jumped to conclusions earlier.
Nie Sheng's face flushed. He suddenly cupped his fist in a salute to Zhao Rui and said, "I failed to distinguish right from wrong. That was petty of me! I'm sorry!"
"It's nothing, it's nothing!"
Seeing how frankly the other man admitted his mistake, Zhao Rui didn't dwell on it.
As the two of them spoke, a woman walked over to Old Guo's bedside with his medicine and began to care for him.
This woman was quite young. When Zhao Rui saw her last night, he had thought she was Old Guo's daughter.
But it turned out she was his wife.
And she was his student, too!
'That old coot, helping himself to what's right in his own backyard!'
