Xiao Yi did not cheer, nor did he look at Situ Hongliang beside him. His gaze instead turned toward Wang Qingqing. When he saw the crystal-clear teardrops in her eyes and the passionate excitement appearing on her face, a faint, heartfelt smile emerged on his lips.
Originally, his personality was not that of someone who was unrelenting or impulsive. But at that moment, as he looked at the hideous expressions on their four faces, his heart was touched. He seemed to hear again Fatty Tang's tearful accusations from that day.
He had already heard Fatty Tang's accusations; he did not want to hear any more from Wang Qingqing, nor from Li Xiaomei!
He could not take care of too many people, nor could he address all the injustices in the world. The only thing he could do when faced with such situations was to give the other party a fierce slap, returning it in the manner they preferred and were best at—a resounding slap in the face!
