Xia Xiyao was startled when she heard this, but as soon as she clearly saw the expression on Yang Zishan's face, she immediately knew she had been misunderstood.
"Sister Shan, look at how you're talking. Am I the kind of person who is petty?"
With a wry smile, Xia Xiyao shook her head, then turned to Wu Xiaoshan and said apologetically, "Xiaoshan, I know that everything that happened before was my fault, but you've already punished me. How about we call it even and let bygones be bygones?"
Wu Xiaoshan narrowed his eyes, not expecting Xia Xiyao to come to apologize. In that moment, the last bit of anger in his heart vanished.
After giving Xia Xiyao's heaving chest a stern glance, Wu Xiaoshan spoke indifferently, "Sister Yaoyao's making a joke. I, Wu Xiaoshan, am not a petty man. Since you've apologized, let's consider our accounts settled."
