The next day, Jiang Siming swaggered into Dongfang Su's house again early in the morning.
"Weixi, let's go! I'll take you to climb the Great Wall."
"Brother Jiang, I'm coming! I'm already putting on my socks~"
"Okay, I'll sit here and wait."
As he spoke, Jiang Siming sauntered into the house and sat down in the living room.
Just then, he saw the old man emerge from his room with a bruised and swollen face. He was wearing sunglasses, and he had shaved off his beard.
When the two "enemies" met, their eyes immediately blazed with hostility.
"Brat, I haven't settled the score with you for beating me yesterday. How dare you come to my house!"
"Why wouldn't I dare? You deserved that beating yesterday. If your granddaughter hadn't cleared my name and vindicated me, I would've taken that beating for nothing."
Jiang Siming argued his case with perfect justification, without feeling the slightest bit guilty.
Though it looked like Jiang Siming was bullying an old man, he knew very well that this little old man was no ordinary senior.
A peak Earth-level expert could take a few flesh wounds without suffering any real consequences.
Even Dongfang Weixi knew this. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been laughing so heartlessly.
But Dongfang Su was furious. He took off his sunglasses and snapped, "Couldn't you hit somewhere else? Did you have to hit me in the face? Look at me! How am I supposed to face anyone at the base later?"
Jiang Siming yawned and said indifferently, "That has nothing to do with me. You know fists and feet have no eyes. I didn't know I'd hit you in the face. Just pretend you tripped while dancing in the square with the old ladies. It's fine. When you get to the base, just