Zhao Fuzi staggered back several steps, finally coming to a halt against the desk, "You, you dare?"
Yu Qingge glanced at Yang Ruxin, then stepped forward and delivered a slap, "See if I dare or not? A crooked beam leads to twisted rafters, with someone like you, who is utterly misleading the youth, who else should I be hitting if not you?"
The corner of Yang Ruxin's mouth twitched, and seeing the girl about to raise her hand again, he quickly grabbed her, "Take a break."
Zhao Fuzi was stunned by the slap, and he hadn't expected the girl to actually dare to strike him, immediately turning his angry gaze toward Dong Wenming, "Master Dong, I have scholarly honors; you must give me an explanation, or else..."
