"..."
Shen Yi calmly looked over and raised an index finger. "First, she's your Senior Sister Lin. It has nothing to do with me. I may have taken a little advantage, but in the end, it was a deal we both agreed to."
Fang Heng's eyes widened.
"Second." Shen Yi raised another finger, his voice suddenly dropping. "Bring your Senior Sister Lin over. I'd like to see whether she can draw a line at the courtyard gate."
After those two remarks, Fang Heng was left bewildered.
Everyone else, apart from Li Mujin, instead pursed their lips for no apparent reason, looking a little dejected.
That unbearable memory surged back into their minds.
In that shabby side room in Baiyun County, Senior Sister Lin had been wearing his clothes and bustling about, while this damn man stood by the table, waiting.
Judging from the circumstances, what Shen Yi had said probably wasn't false.
It was just that he most likely hadn't relied on strength, but on some other messy business.
"Lastly."
Shen Yi looked toward the little old woman at the courtyard entrance, who had been woken by the commotion. She was timidly holding on to the doorframe. He smiled helplessly, and his voice softened without him realizing it. "He struck first."
The old woman nodded and said quietly, "I saw everything. Heng'er was being unreasonable. You're a good young man. You just taught him a little lesson, so he'll remember it. That's a good thing. Better than having someone else teach him a lesson out there."
At that, Li Xinhan and the others couldn't help shaking their heads inwardly.
The old woman really thought martial artists fighting was just children roughhousing. Neither of them had so much as a scratch, and the fight hadn't even started.
Still, it was rare