Everyone froze.
Liu Fufeng said, "I feel like this is the best help you could give me."
Everyone: "..."
The next second, everyone present turned their backs in unison and said together, "Goodbye!"
"See you never."
"I don't have a thing called sympathy."
"My sympathy only lasts one second."
"I think I was born cold‑blooded. Sympathy? What's that? Can you eat it?"
...
In an instant, the overflowing sympathy on the entire spaceship vanished in the very next second.
This bunch of plastic friends—Liu Fufeng had long since seen through them and figured them out. Faced with this sudden sharp turn of events, he seemed to have expected it. On that handsome, finely‑cut face of his, there wasn't the slightest hint of anger. On the contrary, in a corner where no one could see, the curve of his lips lifted slightly, and the pallor of his face gained a faint touch of color…
It was as if, just because everyone was treating him so unreservedly, he actually felt a tiny bit cheerful.
