Professor Zhao said, "It's no use, it's over. Qingyi hasn't been doing this just for a day or two. After all these years, people have already reached their limit with her. She'd already warned me before: if this happened again, they wouldn't let Qingyi off. I just didn't take it seriously."
In fact, it wasn't that he didn't take it seriously—he just couldn't believe that Zhao Qingyi could do something like this.
"But didn't nothing happen to them? Why can't we just let it go?"
Professor Zhao glared at his eldest son. "Is that something a lawyer should say? What do you mean 'nothing happened to them'? Just because they weren't hurt doesn't mean Qingyi didn't do something harmful. If the one who got hurt was the other party, Qingyi's crime would only be that much worse."
