"..."
Filled with suppressed fury, Lu Yebai fell silent for a while before finally pointing at the main door and coldly commanded, "Get out!"
The doctor was taken aback by his yell and quickly packed up his tools to leave.
Immediately, the room grew silent. Lu Yebai stood in his place, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
He felt frustrated and distressed. The thought of being seen by others as someone who would harm Meng Xi'er made him seethe with anger.
How could he possibly strike her?
How could they think he was the one who did it?
How could it possibly be him...
A twinge of sorrow floated up in Lu Yebai's heart. He turned towards Meng Xi'er and looked at the reddish handprint on her face, then a painful sensation slowly welled up in his heart.
That last slap, if he had not held her, Meng Xi'er would have dodged it, right?
