The short-haired boy glanced at his phone. "It's been almost ten minutes, hasn't it?"
"By the looks of it, we're nowhere near the end."
A new onlooker murmured, "The girl was in the wrong."
When he'd first heard the man and woman arguing, he'd instinctively assumed the man was at fault.
A guy who argued with a girl was petty and narrow-minded.
But after hearing the short-haired boy's account and listening to the two of them argue for himself, he felt...
The man's anger now wasn't entirely incomprehensible.
Even though the man's voice was trembling slightly—
You stared resentfully at the friend holding you. "You've already been hit."
"Qian Qian..."
"...Aren't his friends going to try to talk him down, too?"
And what about the man who'd been cursed at right to his face?
"He hit you!?"
"Then that girl hurled all sorts of nasty words at him."
The man was at a disadvantage, too.
"Enough!"
"He hit himself."
At least I got an apology and even a thank-you.
But in a physical confrontation, the man had virtually no advantage.
You touched your face, your expression manic.
The man who'd been hit finally reacted.
The short-haired boy answered the new onlooker. "See? They're trying to talk him down now, too."
"I'm not going to hold it against a girl."
The man's voice was hoarse.
His expression was confused and flustered.
Wenren Yu bowed to the woman in apology.
If she had any other requests, they could discuss them properly later...
Maybe it was because he'd called out too many times earlier...
The time I'd wasted arguing with the man could've been spent buying another serving of grilled skewers and finishing them.
After walking a few steps, he still turned around and said, "I didn't hit