"Sorry."
To Ling Qing's surprise, as soon as Li Li walked up to Li Qing, he apologized.
"I was in a hurry just now and didn't know my own strength."
Li Qing was taken aback. In front of Li Li, he was still very much a child. At those words, half the hurt and resentment in his heart immediately faded.
For a moment, he didn't know what to do. His face flushed red, and he stammered out a reply.
"N-no, it's fine!"
Then he hurriedly waved his hands and said, "I-I know you were only looking out for me, Uncle."
Ling Qing paused at the sight, then quickly slipped off to the side, leaving the space to the uncle and nephew.
It seemed like they'd all made too much of a fuss.
Relatives had their own way of getting along.
Sure enough, before long, the two had talked things out, and everyone headed back toward the dormitory.
But no one mentioned Wang Sheng again.
As they walked, Ling Qing thought back to what had just happened. What was the point of all that?
It seemed like there was a lesson in it, but I don't feel like I learned anything.
Even without all that, I hadn't planned on getting involved in Wang Sheng's business.
But if there wasn't any point to it, what was I doing all that for?
Oh well. At least it nipped trouble in the bud.
Still, it probably meant a lot to Li Qing.
He'd been questioned like never before—and those questions had really landed like blows.
And he'd lost face in front of a girl.
Fortunately, the experience had brought him back to his senses a little. His usually restless nature had also become somewhat more restrained.
He seemed rather quiet.
But he wasn't a