Yan Yajing ran to the confinement room upon hearing the news, but by the time she arrived, the crowd had already dispersed. Only Gao Dashuai followed behind her.
Li Juntao had been ordered by Jun Ye to be locked up in the confinement room, and his clothes, drenched with cold water from that bucket, hadn't been changed. Feng Yongzhuo offered him a clean set to change into.
He waved his hand, refusing.
Feng Yongzhuo told him, "You'll catch a cold like this; it makes no sense."
"I won't catch a cold."
"Your clothes are wet and it's cold outside; how can you not catch a cold?" Feng Yongzhuo said, leaning in to help unbutton his clothes.
Li Juntao appeared puzzled, "Why aren't you blaming me?"
"Why would I blame you?"
"I laid hands on Shen Jiayin, and you're her brother. You're not blaming me?"
"There must be some misunderstanding here," Feng Yongzhuo said while examining his eyes closely. "What confuses me is how you could get physical. It's totally unlike you."
