Sheng Youxia fixed her gaze on him steadily.
"Um, I dare."
She still trusted Wen Zaiyi's character, "Take Liang Nianwei back to the hospital, please. Her eyes were hurting, wasn't she? You can't just neglect her like this."
Wen Zaiyi had been hit for nothing, and it was apparent to Sheng Youxia that he didn't want to let the matter drop just like that.
"Mr. Wen, I'm really sorry. It's unfortunate that the game turned out this way, and I apologize to you."
"If you weren't the one who hit, why are you apologizing?"
Sheng Youxia slid her arm into her sleeve and put on her jacket, "How about I treat you to a late-night meal as compensation, is that okay?"
Wen Zaiyi was curious to see how worthless he seemed, "Okay."
The game was indeed over, and Sheng Youxia, with her bag, genuinely intended to leave with Wen Zaiyi.
Even if nothing substantial happened after they left, Fu Shilv wouldn't feel comfortable, "Stop right there."
Sheng Youxia ignored him.