Zhou Mu heard Gu Changsheng's words and his face, like a divine residence, broke into a helpless doting smile. Beneath the half-mask, his deep eyes flashed as he raised a hand to rub her little head, speaking through a smile, "Didn't you just snatch Wang Buer's purse? So it's a wash, neither losing nor gaining, no need to feel so distressed..."
Upon hearing this, Gu Changsheng immediately felt out of sorts. She glared at the evildoer beside her, exasperatedly saying, "That's not how the account works, you know! I slaved away to carry out a robbery, and in the end, I neither lost nor profited—do you mean to tell me I did all that pointless work for nothing?"
Seriously, is this kidding or what!
Look at the muddled account from this evildoer of hers—it's a true piece of art!
Trying to con me!
Dugu Jieao self-destructed his spirit body, the danger was over. Just as Wang Buer approached in cold sweat relief, he had the misfortune of hearing this!
