Qi Shijie's mother, Qi Jieyu, called him. Without even thinking, he could guess that it was definitely because he knelt on the ground and crawled three circles around Dongfang Shu like a dog.
After the call connected, before Qi Shijie could speak, Qi Jieyu's voice transmitted through the receiver into Qi Shijie's ears, "Shijie, are you alright?"
Qi Jieyu's voice was filled with tension, anxiety, and concern.
Clearly, she was afraid that her son, having suffered such a great humiliation, might do something extreme.
Hearing Qi Jieyu's concerned voice slowly warmed the coldness in Qi Shijie's heart, "Mom, you already know!"
"Yes," Qi Jieyu took a deep breath, "Son, where are you now?"
"Mom, I'm fine, don't worry about me. I can handle this blow!" Qi Shijie softly said, "Besides, if Han Xin could endure crawling between someone's legs, why can't I handle this small matter!"
