Mo Liang had reached a point where he wanted to strangle himself and perish.
It was one thing to witness a fight where you at least have some knowledge of the context. It was entirely another thing to see two fanatics shooting daggers at each other without having the slightest notion on the issue and despite everything, trying to mediate the situation.
And it as entirely another heavenly realm to be glared at, chastised, and threatened for your attempts to reconcile those fanatics.
Heavens!
Women are crazy!
He seriously needed to have some good male friends.
Never before today had he felt the need so strongly.
Just when he was at the brink of losing his sanity, the door to their private room opened and a figure walked in. Likewise, the suffocating pressure inside the room lifted. When the fresh, breathable air finally made its way in, Mo Liang greedily sucked it in and filled his suffocated lungs. With a grateful face, he looked at the newcomer only to be surprised.
