Zhao QingSheng took a heavy fall, sprawling across the hallway like a painting, huffing and puffing several times before struggling to his feet. To everyone's surprise, his nose was actually bleeding. No one knew why he hadn't protected himself with his hands when he fell.
"Ugh..." Tears nearly spilled from Zhao QingSheng's eyes as he caught his breath, then exploded in anger, bellowing, "You little scoundrel, you dared to trip me?"
Li Yifei's eyes widened innocently as he said, "General Zhao, you must be mistaken. When did I ever trip you? Everyone saw it clearly. You ordered me to get out of the way; with a voice that could shatter rocks, you were bursting with such an imposing presence that it bore down on me. How could a small employee like me withstand such a formidable air? I quickly made way for you. I am still in awe of your overwhelming aura; my legs are still trembling. How could I dare trip you?"
