Chi Jinghong stood with his hands behind his back, glancing indifferently at Feng Lin, "I didn't kill her, that's giving her quite a lot of face already."
"Hmph! Let's go!"
Xu Ruoying grabbed Feng Lin's arm and walked toward the villa.
Chi Jinghong looked indifferently at Chi Ling who was following and then followed Feng Lin.
Chi Ling, smiling, shrugged his shoulders, removed his wig, and walked over to Meng Changsheng.
"Second Master, what happened?"
"Ah, this is my fault."
Meng Changsheng gently shook his head, "I told them they could keep fighting, and it wouldn't result in anything. So I suggested rock-paper-scissors; then they started slapping whoever won."
"Looks like Xu Ruoying had a tough loss, huh?"
Chi Ling covered his mouth, laughing.
"Six of one, half a dozen of the other, but the defense and strength of both were too mismatched; Xu Ruoying hitting Chi Jinghong was like hitting nothing."
