護花近衛 - 第42章 強哦！ - 墨香閣

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"Just because you wave a pair of big breasts in front of my eyes, do not think I am going to give in. I would rather go home and watch porn." Wei Zhao curled his lip. "First, you were the one who pressed on my wound. If you had not pressed, would I have cried out? Do not be the thief crying 'Stop thief!' Second, use your brain. Why should being a woman mean you cannot show your face? Before the law, all are equal. Are you unequal just because you are a woman? While you cannot show your face, how am I supposed to show mine?"

Qiu Lingshan was dumbfounded. She had not expected Wei Zhao to have so many arguments. She wanted to say, "Can a girl really be the same as a boy?" But Wei Zhao's phrase "all are equal" had choked off her words in one stroke.

After all, she worked in the legal profession. If she said people were not equal, would she not be lifting a rock only to drop it on her own feet?

Qiu Lingshan was so angry that she pointed at Wei Zhao for a long time, then finally let her hand drop in defeat. What was wrong with her today? She took a deep breath. Was this still the person she usually was?

The usual Qiu Lingshan was always calm, and could hardly ever be provoked into anger by anything. But today, in front of Wei Zhao, she had lost her composure again and again. It was all that hateful little Wei Zhao's fault—he was always exposing her weaknesses. Otherwise, she would never have been this angry.

At this thought, Qiu Lingshan's mind cleared considerably. Indeed, Wei Zhao was right. If she had not deliberately touched his wound out of mischief, he would not have cried out. If he had not cried out, she would not have touched his wound, and of course no one would have misunderstood anything.

Everything today was, one might say, caused by her own doing; Wei Zhao could not be blamed at all. Though she still felt extremely displeased, Qiu Lingshan lowered her proud head. "I lost my composure. Now can we take the statement?"

"Fine." Wei Zhao had not expected this little Song girl to change as if she were a different person all of a sudden, and he marveled inwardly.

"Your name?" Qiu Lingshan had resumed her usual cold-faced nature, as if the girl who had just been pouting in anger was not her at all.

"Wei Zhao." Wei Zhao answered cooperatively. He did not want to make things difficult for Qiu Lingshan either. The words he had just spoken were meant to get back at her for hurting his wound. In fact, a girl suffering such a misunderstanding had to feel far more wronged than a boy. It was just like this morning, when he himself had been misunderstood by Shen Yushu—yet it had not affected his normal life in the least, nor had Shen Yushu, that girl, looked down on him much.

"Age?" Qiu Lingshan continued.

"Eighteen. I just came of age." Wei Zhao smiled.

Qiu Lingshan's face instantly turned red. She could not help feeling that Wei Zhao's words and smile carried some hidden meaning, as if he were hinting that since he had already been an adult when she helped him with that just now, she was not molesting an underage boy... Ah, she could not take it, she was going to go mad. Qiu Lingshan felt her head was about to split. If this went on, she simply could not concentrate on her work.

It seemed her state of mind was still not adjusted. When Brother Yang Huaijun returned, Qiu Lingshan planned to ask his advice in earnest. She had never seen joy or anger show on Yang Huaijun's face; Captain Yang always appeared composed and steady no matter what, and Qiu Lingshan admired him immensely.

"Tell me about the situation at the bank at the time." Qiu Lingshan sighed and said to Wei Zhao.

After finishing Wei Zhao's statement, Qiu Lingshan hurried out of the hospital under the flickering, doubtful, and contemptuous gazes of Uncle Qing, Gu Mengyao, and Shen Yushu. She felt her face was like a blazing fireball, hot and red.