He smiled kindly, intentionally adding a tone of 'I'm just lightening the mood,' and chuckled, "I've got scabs on my neck, chest, and back, and the scabs are falling off. It's so uncomfortable that when I walk, I'm afraid I'll start shedding powder from under my feet. If someone didn't know better, they'd think I haven't bathed in days. It's a bit embarrassing, haha..."
"Pfft!"
Zhao Ying'er couldn't help but laugh, rolling her eyes, "You're really ungrateful. So many people are standing up for you, yet you're the one holding back, thinking of forgiving the culprit!"
Fang Che smiled naively and honestly, "It's all a misunderstanding, and... since they are enemies of Yemo, aren't they our friends too? If they're friends, why should we push them so hard?"
Zhu Shaoyun and the Grand Dowager looked at Fang Che with gratitude.
They truly felt how broad-minded Mr. Fang was.
