My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly retorted, "Master Zhao, I didn't!"
In the past, I could have said this calmly, but ever since that night, it was impossible to say these words without feeling a bit guilty.
I certainly knew, after what had just happened, that Master Zhao might not believe my explanation, but all I could do was try my best to defend myself.
"Not? Don't take me for a fool, Cheng Yu is nothing but a little wolf cub, I know exactly what kind of person he is. He's helped you time and again, why would he help you?" Master Zhao's large hand clamped down on my chin, the force so great it felt like it would crush my jawbone.
I winced in pain, gasping for air, tears welling up in my eyes, but still I shook my head, trying to explain through muffled words, "Master Zhao, there's really nothing between Cheng Yu and me, it's all a misunderstanding."
