While cursing Zhang Beixing's ancestors to the eighteenth generation in his heart, Li Dongming forced a grin and said, "Of course you're not, Minister. You're so understanding, so full of compassion—how could you possibly be a bloodthirsty killer? Even if someone told me you were the reincarnation of the Maitreya Buddha, I'd believe it. Just one look at that face of yours and anyone can tell you're the kindest of the kind!"
You can poke holes in anything, but never in flattery.
Even though he knew perfectly well that this flattery was fake beyond fake, Zhang Beixing didn't say much.
After pondering for a few seconds, Zhang Beixing slowly opened his mouth and said, "Just go ahead and divine. Even if the result is bad, I won't take it out on you."
