"I don't care if it's hot water or tea, I just want to ask, is what brother Pei just said true?" Qi Guanghe faced Wang Zhiping directly.
Wang Zhiping was inherently someone who liked to stir trouble. At this moment, in front of so many brothers, he certainly wouldn't want to lose face, so he stepped forward and said:
"I hear you, young master Qi, suggesting you're planning to cover for your shortcomings?"
Qi Guanghe shook his head, his face full of seriousness, "This isn't about covering up faults, it's about speaking reason. At its root, isn't this because you provoked and insulted us first?
You must give me an explanation for insulting my brothers!"
"Explanation?" Wang Zhiping pulled Zhang Chengzai, the young man who got scalded, to his side and, enraged, laughed, "Come, come, look closely.
Your people did this to my brother, and he might even be disfigured. What sort of explanation are you going to give me?"
