Qin Hai mocked, "Do you think horses are as dumb as you, tripping over a tiny rock and faceplanting into the mud?"
Wang Zirui immediately roared, "Who are you calling a faceplanter? Say that again, and if I don't kill you today, my name isn't Wang!"
"Enough!"
A sharp reprimand suddenly cut through from the side. Bai Ruyan walked over with a stern face, her piercing gaze making Wang Zirui's heart shiver with fear. It just dawned on the young man that Qin Hai was Bai Ruyan's friend, and he might even be romantically involved with her. Yet, there he had been, threatening to "get" Qin Hai right in front of her—was this not akin to seeking death?
Wang Zirui instinctively retreated next to Zhao Pu, feeling a shard of confidence only when standing beside him, facing Bai Ruyan's cold stare.
Zhao Pu gave a faint smile and said, "Ruyan, Zirui is young and impulsive, he speaks without thinking. Don't hold it against him."
