As the door closed, Wang Yue quickly locked it from the inside. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Jiang Pingping was only a few steps behind. Waving a shoehorn, she slammed it hard against the door and shouted,
"Wang Yue! You've got the nerve to spout nonsense! Then you've got the nerve to open this door!"
"Only an idiot would open it!"
Seeing that Jiang Pingping couldn't get in, Wang Yue shouted back, full of swagger.
After saying that, he flopped onto the sofa and picked up his phone to read a novel.
Jiang Pingping knocked for ages without getting the door open. She tossed the shoehorn to the floor in a huff and roared, "You'd better not come out for the rest of your life!"
Seeing that Wang Yue had nearly been beaten up, Nie Xiguang forgot all about her own distress. She hurried over to hold Jiang Pingping back and said,
"Auntie, it really isn't A Yue's fault. He already apologized. Don't be angry."
Jiang Pingping was secretly pleased, but on the surface she still sounded indignant.
"But did you hear what he said?
He actually brought up all those baseless rumors. He really deserves a lesson.
No, I have to give him a good beating. Otherwise, if he isn't disciplined for three days, he'll start tearing the roof off!"
Seeing that Jiang Pingping was still furious, Nie Xiguang quickly said,
"A Yue was just worried I'd suffer.
He was right. If you love someone, you have to love the people around them too. If I really moved in there, I'd suffer.
Things are good as they are now. I'm really glad—and grateful to A Yue, too!"
"Really?"
Jiang Pingping pretended to look doubtful, then stressed,
"Don't worry. I know how to hit someone without