"I really don't know her!"
Zheng Qing defended himself somewhat anxiously, though he knew that staying seated wouldn't help solve this trouble at all. He could only reluctantly get up while seeking understanding and support from his companions.
"Why is she looking for you if you don't know her?"
The red-faced male wizard looked at him with disdain, cracking his knuckles and murmuring very quietly but clearly, "No guts, daring to do but not to admit."
Xin Fat Man gave him a sarcastic push as he passed, saying snidely, "I've read in newspapers about those serialized love stories. Many scumbags lose control after drinking, unintentionally leaving behind seeds, and a few years later, the woman shows up with a child, the unanimous excuse of the scumbags is 'I don't know her'..."
Zheng Qing finally realized his mistake.
In such matters, seeking empathy from companions is nothing less than shooting oneself in the foot, seeking fish in a tree.
