Niu Caijie's lips twisted in a smirk. "Whatever you say. Both of you still have to compensate me. Remember this, Xie Qingqing, the next time you think of raising a hand to me."
Xie Qingqing turned to Tang Qiu, suddenly–eerily–calm. "Stay out of the way."
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to kill this shameless woman, and I don't want you to be covered in blood."
Trust me, Tang Qiu wanted to say, if murder wasn't a crime, I'd help you.
As if on cue, tears began streaming down Niu Caijie's face. "Will they attack me once I leave, Professor? What if I have nightmares about them? I don't have the money for a psychiatrist…"
The professor fixed the two of them with a scathing look. "You hit her, then threaten her. Your arrogance is too much. Refuse to compensate her, and you'll be expelled."
