Of course, Xie Anjun was anxious too. 'If Zheng Baosu really says something he shouldn't, I won't be able to escape punishment, even though I've now inherited my title!'
But that didn't mean he would just let Fan Chengzhuo blame him.
'We did this together, so we should bear the responsibility together! How dare he try to dump all the blame on me?! What is this nonsense!?'
Fan Chengzhuo was about to speak when a gust of cold wind entered his throat, and he began to cough violently again.
"COUGH COUGH—COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH—HACK!"
It sounded as if he were about to cough up a lung.
Seeing him in this state, Xie Anjun frowned, his earlier rage subsiding slightly.
He took a deep breath and said coldly, "Regardless, now is not the time to be pointing fingers! Zheng Baosu has already been escorted back to the Capital City. The most important thing now is to make sure he doesn't expose us!"
