Zhang Xiaohua's expressions of gratitude and words of thanks were like acid to Qu San's heart. After speaking, he waved his hand and left, his mind echoing with the phrase, "Poor, lovable child."
When Qu San left, it was finally Yu Deyi's turn to speak. "Zhang Xiaohua, I'm truly sorry," he stammered. "I...I was impaired in my judgement. I shouldn't have used my internal strength on you. Rest assured that I will compensate you adequately to your satisfaction."
Zhang Xiaohua looked at this pampered young man, unsure of what to say. His condition was the result of landing his fist against Yu's powerful blow. What would have happened if that blow had reached Second Brother's chest instead? Probably something worse! And would this hedonist still be thinking of compensating with silver coins then? Of course, she was confident that he would still offer silver as compensation, given how he thought.
