"Don't pin that on me. I'm a man of my word, and I stand by what I say. If I said you could smash my woman, did you think I'd actually let you do it?" Tang Ming wrapped his arm around the still-dazed Su Xiaoxi's waist and said smugly:
"I did say you could smash, but I didn't say you had to hit her, did I? And you didn't say you couldn't dodge, right? When we were splashing people with milk earlier, you could've dodged too, but you didn't. It's your own fault for not moving."
"You're shameless! You're just playing with words!"
The octopus-headed guy nearly blew a gasket, pointing at Tang Ming and yelling through gritted teeth.
"Sir, while what you said is reasonable, it's still sophistry. You..."
Zhou Hai's expression was unreadable. Although Tang Ming's words made sense, he couldn't just let Tang Ming get away with it.
