Xia Qingyi said, "Since you're not scared, then why should I be?" She sat down, looking at the noisy television in front of her, and said seriously, "That girl was my friend. She told others behind my back that I was a mistress being kept by someone. I overheard her and went to slap her. She got angry and fought with me."
Mo Han furrowed his eyebrows. "Kept as a mistress? Why would they say this?"
"Because they saw you picking me up that day, and mistook me as the god-sister that you kept, understand?" Xia Qingyi looked at Mo Han with a forced smile on her face.
Mo Han did not speak and remained calm.
Both of them kept silent for a few seconds, before Mo Han steadied his voice and said, "You don't have to fight with them over such things, you'll just end up hurting yourself. Just tell me next time, I'll get someone to settle it."
