The man's gaze made Song Jingwan feel as though her every thought was exposed. Her breathing sped up and she quickly explained, "That's not it, old gentleman. I was afraid that she accidentally hurt you. I'm telling the truth. My sister really—"
"You know nothing!"
The old man looked at the gentle and elegant girl and felt even more frustrated. He then yelled at her until she couldn't even raise her head.
"Do I not understand my own body? If this young lady didn't help me, I would already be dead! Education teaches a person how to live. I suggest you go back to school and relearn your values!" After saying this, he turned, looked at Song Yaoyao, and a grin appeared on his serious face. "Young lady, thank you."
Song Yaoyao's legs were originally so numb from crouching that she was about to cry, but the feeling suddenly faded as she looked at the old man and smiled.
