"I'm telling you, Jiang Yan, blowing on it like that won't work; it's completely ineffective!" the anxious and fiery primary person responsible for the accident, Gao Dashuai, said.
"Then, what do you suggest we do?" Jiang Yan turned back and glared at him, "With your lousy football skills, you still dare to call yourself an invincible lion. Look at what you've done to my wife!"
"How is this my fault?" Just as Gao Dashuai was about to adopt an air of injustice, a group of people around him glared angrily at him. At this critical life-and-death moment, the only option was to confess and seek leniency. Being a sensible man, he immediately changed his tune, "Yes, it's my fault, all my fault. Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I swear to God, it really wasn't on purpose. If it was, may lightning strike me while I'm hit by a ball!"
