The newspaper slammed onto the table with a crisp sound.
Caught off guard, Tang Wan couldn't help but tremble, let alone Jiang Shuyan, who was in the eye of the storm; her pale little face blanched even whiter, and her fingertips trembled, causing the orange in her hand to roll to the floor.
The elder lady raised her hand to her glasses, "Zeyan, continue."
"Miss Tang has a good temperament, well-mannered, and always ignored her, only resorting to fighting back when truly provoked."
Qi Zeyan had missed a good show last night, which left him feeling ill at ease. He believed he and Tang Wan were destined but kept missing opportunities to play the hero and save the damsel.
Even though he couldn't be with Tang Wan, after all, she was his future sister-in-law. It was only normal for him, as an expectant brother, to lend her a hand.
Besides, they were originally on the side of justice and righteousness, so when he spoke, it was naturally with more righteous indignation and passion.
