...
As soon as Xiao Changyi returned from Gong Juechen's place, he poured himself a cup of tea and downed it in one go.
After finishing one cup, still feeling it wasn't enough to suppress his anger, Xiao Changyi poured himself another and downed it again.
An Jing, who was packing things, saw Xiao Changyi drink two cups of tea in a row upon returning, and couldn't help but chuckle, "I told you, going to settle accounts with him would only leave you upset."
She stopped packing since there weren't many things anyway, and besides, they wouldn't return to the Capital for another two days, so there was no rush.
Sitting down next to Xiao Changyi, An Jing asked, "Didn't you express anything?"
"I did."
"How did you express it?" An Jing was immediately curious.
"I punched him, made him spit blood."
"..." An Jing was momentarily silent, "Were you a bit too heavy-handed?"
"He's not scared of being hit."
"...True." After a pause, "So what was the result? Didn't he listen at all?"
