"No problem? How could there be no problem?" Harry stared at Cedric in disbelief, his voice full of suspicion.
"But there really isn't a problem." Cedric spread his hands.
Cedric was good-natured and took no offense at Harry's attitude. Someone beside him, however, was not happy.
"Potter, are you questioning Cedric's ability or his character? Why don't you go check for yourself?" Yi Qianqian was very unhappy with Harry speaking to Cedric in that suspicious tone.
"Hey, Qianqian, Harry definitely didn't mean it. Don't make a fuss." Cedric hurriedly stopped Yi Qianqian, who had her hands on her hips and was about to say more.
"Oh, sorry, sorry. I absolutely didn't mean that." Harry immediately realized there was something wrong with his tone and hastily apologized.
"Oh, it's fine, Harry. I know you definitely didn't mean anything by it." Seeing Harry apologize with an embarrassed look, Cedric hurried to reassure him.
Beside him, Yi Qianqian pouted to show her displeasure.
Cedric had to soothe them both, leaving him thoroughly flustered.
Harry knew his attitude had been wrong, too, and hurriedly bowed and scraped as he apologized to Yi Qianqian, finally getting her to stop being angry.
But the moment he saw that Yi Qianqian was no longer angry, Harry's sarcastic streak immediately resurfaced.
He chuckled twice and said, in a voice neither loud nor soft, just enough to be heard, "You're not even engaged yet, and you're already this protective. You'll definitely be a husband-protecting fanatic someday!"
His words clearly hit Yi Qianqian right where it hurt, and her face instantly flushed. But the girl was quite fierce. She planted her hands on her hips again and said,
"Yes, I'm protective of him. What are you going to do about it? You say that as if you wouldn't defend Qiu