Yan Mo looked at me expressionlessly.
"I regret speaking."
I folded my arms slowly across my chest and looked at him without much reaction.
"Too late," I replied calmly. "You already involved yourself."
Wu Lian's gaze moved between the two of us quietly, her expression carrying faint disbelief, as though she still could not understand how the argument had somehow shifted away from where it started.
"You two are strange," she muttered after a moment.
I gave a small scoff.
"You came here to argue with me," I said evenly. "Not him."
Yan Mo remained leaning near the doorway, silent and composed as always, yet somehow his mere presence inside the hall made the atmosphere feel different from before.
Wu Lian studied him briefly before speaking again.
"You really listened to all that?"
Yan Mo answered calmly.
"The entire hall could hear both of you."
A faint smirk tugged lightly at my lips.
"See?" I said. "Even he agrees you were being unreasonable."
