Everyone could tell Xue Three still had more to say.
At the same time, everyone was even clearer on one thing: among the Demon King crew, only Xue Three and Mo Wan still hadn't advanced.
"My lord, let me top up your tea."
Xue Three stood up and poured tea.
Then Xue Three sat back down again, looked at Zheng Fan, and said:
"Thank you, my lord."
"Thank me for what?" Lord Zheng said with some amusement. "It was never a certain thing to begin with. Even if you want to nip things in the bud, this is a bit overboard."
"My lord, in the past, your subordinate felt that you, as a person, were actually quite..."
"Quite what?"
"Sometimes very ruthless, sometimes kind of saintly."
"So that's how it is." Lord Zheng took a sip of tea. "I think so too. But put that way, it's not quite accurate. It should be called keeping work and life separate."
"But this time, your subordinate feels you've always had a scale in your heart."
"That's laying it on way too thick. It's not that serious."
