Di Rong ran a long way without stopping. Even though the cold wind cut at his face like a blade, the anger in his heart churned relentlessly.
'How dare Ji Huan say that to me? How dare she treat me this way?'
'What did I do wrong?'
'He had pushed Dabao, sure, but the kid deserved it!'
After leaving the gatehouse rooms, Di Rong was bored. He knew the dogs were in the backyard, so he didn't dare go there. After wandering around the front yard for a bit, his only option was to enter the west room.
At that moment, Dabao was hunched over a desk, writing something. He was sitting on a barrel-shaped object, which looked a little ridiculous.
Di Rong kicked the barrel and asked what it was but got no response.
Di Rong called him a blockhead, but still got no response.
Di Rong just assumed he was still holding a grudge for being kicked that morning.
But was Di Rong the type to feel guilty? Obviously not.
