Following her gaze, Pei Yang looked down to see the injury on the back of his hand, shook it nonchalantly, and said, "I hit a stone with the bike wheel on the way back and took a spill."
Shen Mingzhu looked at him in silence.
Feeling uneasy under her gaze, Pei Yang could only honestly admit, "I went to take revenge for you."
Shen Mingzhu let out a cold laugh, "Didn't you say I was impulsive this afternoon? And now you running out in the middle of the night to fight isn't impulsive?"
"Wife, keep it down."
Pei Yang sat at the edge of the bed, lowering his voice to avoid waking their daughter, his tone carrying a hint of rascality, "This is different, I wore a sack over my head, so he didn't know it was me, I hit him and then ran off."
From a young age, Pei Yang had always been the mischievous little tyrant, always the one bullying others, never getting bullied himself.
He grew up and his temper mellowed, but the innate assertiveness and dominance did not change.
