Tang Shichu really couldn't stand the woman's pleas anymore, as he looked at her weeping little face, he inexplicably still felt a twinge of heartache.
He sighed and said to her, "Alright, go back to school for now, and apologize to Zaozao. If she forgives you, this matter can be easily settled. If she chooses to hold you accountable, there's nothing I can do."
After all, the only person who could decide Zhong Qing's fate was Chi Zaozao.
He, Tang Shichu, was powerless.
Zhong Qing clearly seemed reluctant. "Why should I apologize to her? Was it not she who spoke ill of me in front of others, or the three of them ganging up to bully me alone? Brother Shichu, do you really not care about me at all?"
As she grumbled on and on, even Tang Shichu's normally good temper was wearing thin.
His voice grew cold, "Zhong Qing, right and wrong are not for you to decide. The issue is that you've already hurt Zaozao. Is apologizing to her really that difficult?"
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