Qin Yingjun really was on the brink of laughter out of anger.
He glared at Wen Mao, grinding his teeth, "Get lost, and never let me see you again, or I'll beat you every time I do! I'll chalk this up as bad luck this time, wasting so much money and getting to know an ingrate like you! Consider it money spent on a lesson, thanks for teaching me!"
Wen Mao lay there, stunned, with blood from his nose already stopped, but his face was still smeared with it, looking somewhat embarrassed.
He still hadn't figured out why he had blurted out the truth just a moment ago.
He wiped his nose and suddenly noticed the Yellow Ritual Paper in his line of sight.
He grabbed the Yellow Ritual Paper and looked at Jiangli with furious, round eyes, "Was it you, you damn girl, who did something to me?"
Jiangli's eyebrows arched, "What do you think?"
"Stinking girl, you're asking for it!"
