"..."
Jiang Chen choked.
Martial Saint was so anxious he was spinning in circles. "What do we do now? Bro, doesn't this mean I've completely pissed Sister Yun Xi off? I really didn't mean it…"
"What's the point of saying all this to me?"
"You're the one who wanted me to go buy that Nine Carp Painting."
This kid was still as unreliable as ever—his mouth could spin flowers in the air, but he couldn't handle any real test. The moment something happened, he'd rush to shift the blame. Luckily, someone was already used to it.
"That 'bitch this, bitch that' thing, I'm pretty sure I never taught you to say that, right?"
Martial Saint was instantly at a loss for words, grunting and stammering, unable to retort for a long while.
"Bro, that's dirty. You can't just sell me out like this, can you? I even promised Wu Guangjiang I'd send him Sister Yun Xi's autograph. Bro, you have to put in a good word for me…"
