Lu Siyuan touched his nose, "This story is a bit long, and many years have passed. You have to promise not to get angry before I can tell you the truth."
Cheng Feiyang became even more certain of his suspicion. "Lu Siyuan, did you really stab me in the back all those years ago?"
Before Lu Siyuan could answer, Yang Xiaoxi chimed in, "No need to ask him; I know about it. The beating you got back then was Siyuan's doing. But you can't blame others, who told you to stir up trouble with Mianmian for no reason?"
Thinking back on Cheng Feiyang at the time, she still felt a fire in her belly.
Cheng Feiyang really was asking for it back then; no wonder he got what he deserved.
Cheng Feiyang became unsettled. "So it really was you who orchestrated that attack? I knew it, I hadn't offended anyone else, so why would someone beat me?"
