In theory, at this moment, Huai Shi should raise his hands and shout, "I want a lawyer," saying nothing more—a word not uttered until Little Amber arrives to accuse you at the Deer's Sing Hall of abusing my client. I want to file a complaint...
That's how the usual plot should go.
But the person coming today doesn't look like they're inviting him for tea.
Instead, it seems they're planning to take the opportunity to beat him to death.
Miss Huai Zhi, instantly transformed, still holding a toothbrush and a cup, with the phone caught between her neck and not hung up, emerged from the bathroom to see a monstrous figure towering like a mountain.
And the room in complete disarray.
"May I ask what this is about?"
He sighed helplessly, "If I've offended you somehow, just say so. No need to dig a trench across your mother's grave like this."
No response.
Amidst the swirling dust, an iron rod no less than a meter long came crashing down on the helpless and pitiful Miss Huai Zhi!
