The conversation that had taken place inside the café was unknown to Ying Yue. At that moment, he was returning to the university with Zi Xia. After some comforting words, he finally managed to bring a smile to the young girl's tear-stained face.
"Ying Yue, do you think I did something wrong?"
Zi Xia leaned on Ying Yue's shoulder, her eyes red with tears.
"You did nothing wrong; in fact, your mom didn't either!"
Ying Yue said with a smile, even though Ning Xiyun's words were harsh, he simply didn't take them to heart.
If it weren't for Zi Xia, people like Ning Xiyun were nothing more than insignificant ants in his eyes—who would care about the insults of an ant?
"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been scolded by my mom!"
Zi Xia still couldn't let go, feeling very guilty inside.
"I didn't take it to heart!"
Ying Yue patted her fragrant shoulder, softly saying, "Don't blame yourself, it's no big deal!"