Cao Jianjun was truly frightened. He stared in horror at Wang Yan, who sat curled up on the sofa with a smile on his face and one leg crossed over the other. He fiercely wiped away his tears, but even more flowed out uncontrollably.
He stood up and, without another word, bowed deeply to Wang Yan. "Wang Yan, I wronged you. I was being immature and impulsive today. I apologize to you. I'll go explain things to Yang Shu later, too."
"Enough with the girly act."
Wang Yan waved a hand impatiently and said innocently, "Director, Instructor, you both saw and heard it clearly. I didn't mean to threaten him. I was merely presenting a possibility that could happen, letting him understand his own limits. It was for his own good. If something really happens to him in the future, it'll have nothing to do with me.
"If you don't want others to have anything on you, then you can't have any weaknesses yourself. With him covered in weaknesses and so easy to exploit, even if nobody deliberately sets him up, sooner or later he'll run into some coincidence that gets him kicked out of the police force."
Wang Shouyi was thoroughly vexed. No wonder Wang Yan was so good at dealing with the public—the kid's mouth was truly poisonous.
"Jianjun, sit down and calm yourself." He waved his hand, sighed, and looked at Wang Yan. "Have you made your point? Look at what you've done to Jianjun. Is this matter over now?"
The instructor got up and pulled at Cao Jianjun, who was still bowing there and sobbing. "That's right, Wang Yan. Jianjun has recognized his mistake. We should give him a chance to correct it, shouldn't we?"
"I wasn't planning to do anything to him, really. I just