"I don't understand what you mean."
As the saying goes, actions speak louder than words. After agreeing with Lady Trish's words, Fu Qian didn't rush to leave. Instead, he found a place to sit down.
Trish, who witnessed the entire behavior, seemed to only now recover from the impact of those words and expressed with a cold face that she didn't understand why she was being compared.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not some savior who has descended here, just a listener who's curious about your behavior."
To this, Fu Qian merely shook his head, first denying that he was a heaven-sent savior, emphasizing that he couldn't help.
"Though the words just now were unpleasant, they were indeed my genuine feelings. You're not really invested in this date, so why are you still so actively preparing for it?"
The so-called unpleasant words, naturally, referred to "a lot of pretense".
Of course, mentioning it earlier was mainly to provoke the fainted one.
