There was more to my words than met the eye. Could Sang Qi really not catch the hidden meaning?
"What's this about hitting yourself?" he asked me.
"Guess!" I propped my cheeks with my hands, looking at him with a smile beaming across my face.
"If you don't want to say it, then forget it." He put down his fork and was about to stand up.
He thought I was playing coy. Yes, that was exactly what I was doing.
I didn't try to stop him, letting him stand up as he pleased.
He had already walked behind me when I heard his footsteps circle back and sit down in front of me again.
"He Jieyu's mother went to see Yanyan, did you see that?"
"To be precise, I heard it." I relayed what I overheard in the washroom to him, and concluded my "closing argument": "He Xiangu's mom didn't lay a finger on Yanyan at all."
"You mean, Yanyan hit herself?"