A frustrated speech that despairs at not turning iron into steel really leaves Ji Yebai speechless.
Who did he provoke?
He's truly unjustly blamed for this mess!
"I really didn't do anything!"
"Say that one more time!" Ji's dad glared angrily.
Ji Yebai: "…Really, I didn't." He sighed, "Dad, Xixi is only 16, even if I didn't know to hold back, I wouldn't hurt a minor!"
Ji's dad's eyes widened even more: "Oh, so what? You mean you'll hurt her once she's an adult?"
"Am I that beastly?" Ji Yebai felt like he was going to be driven crazy by his own father!
"You're not?"
"…"
"…"
No point in talking anymore.
Manual goodbye.
Ji Yebai rubbed his temples, with an expression of utter despondency.
On the other side.
Ji's mom bubble over with joy: "Xixi, let's not wear that stinky boy's clothes, come on, Auntie will take you to buy new ones! We'll dress up nice and pretty, and then go have an elegant afternoon tea!"
