Hua's tears fell like rain, uncontrollably shouting, "Yes, I'm a coward, I'm useless, I've messed up my own life, are you satisfied now! Why do you have to control me, did I ask for your intervention!"
Facing Hua's powerless lament, akin to a downcast dog, Qian's response was also very straightforward.
She stood up, walked to Hua, and asked in a very gentle voice.
"It's not related to me... but can you claim it's unrelated to the teacher?"
Contrary to her gentle voice was Qian's action; she raised her hand and slapped Liu Xiaohua's face resoundingly.
Liu Xiaohua's head tilted from the slap, and she quickly turned back in anger.
"How dare you hit me!"
"I'm hitting you on behalf of the teacher; can you be grateful for the years of mentorship? When I hit you, you jump like a cat that's had its tail stepped on, but what are you doing when your man hits you?"
"He's him, you're you, you're not related to me, what gives you the right—ugh!"
