If it hadn't been for Situ Wanying's insistence on courting disaster, I wouldn't have had to slap him.
If he hadn't made that remark about rural people, I wouldn't have bothered with him in the first place—after all, I was a guest in someone else's home and knew when to behave myself.
While Zhao Tiezhu was lying on the bed, Situ Wanying, standing beside him, witnessed this scene and was somewhat baffled.
Something isn't right here. This isn't how the script is supposed to go. I berated Zhao Tiezhu with a few harsh sentences, and yet, why isn't he coming at me again?
The more she thought about it, the more puzzled Situ Wanying became; but then it dawned on her what might be going on.
It seems that I wasn't harsh enough with my words earlier. If I'm going to curse, I might as well make it fierce.
They say the most hateful thing is to expose someone's flaws—well, if that's the case, I'll expose his completely!