Bai Ruozhu, feeling somewhat indignant, no longer looked at Jiang Yichun and turned her head to Sangta, "You still need to hurry on your way, go ahead, lest your whereabouts be discovered. Even though you need to recover from your internal injuries, I'm sorry."
Jiang Yichun grabbed her shoulder in one movement, "What are you saying sorry to him for? I'm already being polite by not killing him!"
"Jiang Yichun, don't cause a scene with me. I don't want to quarrel with you for Ruozhu's sake. What happened just now was just my capriciousness, it has nothing to do with her." Sangta didn't want to explain in his heart, but he couldn't bear to see her wrongly accused by Jiang Yichun, nor could he bear to see her sad and dejected, so even someone as proud as he explained himself.
"I will talk to him, you be careful." Bai Ruozhu said again.
Sangta, too, feared bringing trouble to Bai Ruozhu, turned around to give a fist salute, then leaped out the window.
