"I am a good person."
The crowd, holding their breath to listen to her movements, had no words for her claim.
They were even less inclined to deal with her.
Xue Jiahuan couldn't sense the feelings of Yi Chichi and the others inside. She banged on the door, "Open the door and let me in. I'm truly a good person. I mean no harm to you and just want to help."
The room remained silent, with nobody acknowledging her.
Xue Jiahuan looked disappointed, feeling a surge of anger inside. How could this group be so difficult? They had fallen to this state but still clung to their former dignity as high officials.
It was simply absurd.
Thinking of this, she began rambling about her admiration and respect for the old man and others, expressing regret for their current situation, speaking up for them, and the like.
Yi Chichi listened to her speech and once again felt she was making a mess of things in her heart.
She was really ruining her own foresight and insight.
