Xing Nong rolled her eyes: "You have the nerve to say that. If it weren't for you falling into the trap, would Luoluo have suffered so much? Luckily, that marsh was man-made. If it were real, where would you find us another Luoluo?"
"I was just anxious, okay? At that moment, I wished I could sprout wings and fly back. The more anxious I got, the bigger the mess I made." Wu Zetian patted his chest with a thud: "Xing Nong, if Luoluo had really been hurt that day, I, Old Wu, would have chased after her for sure."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mo Datong knocked Wu Zetian with his chopstick, his eyes brimming with mirth.
"Instructor, don't hit me, ah. I was just making a metaphor..."
Xing Nong pursed her lips: "All this time you were just making metaphors, meaning you wouldn't take any real action. So all that talk was pointless."
Wu Zetian hurriedly explained with a flustered grin: "No, no, look, you're twisting my words again..."
