What the fuck?
Su Chen was stunned.
He stared blankly at the sobbing Chrysanthemum Douluo, feeling like his whole world had gone wrong.
When had he ever seen Chrysanthemum Douluo like this?
"I-I'll go make some tea."
Su Xiao swallowed, turned around with the steaming teapot in hand, and slipped into his room, tightly shutting the door behind him.
No matter how carefree he was, he knew this was not something he should be watching.
"Don't rush. Take your time and tell me what happened."
Ignoring his father's little retreat, Su Chen sat across from Yue Guan and handed him a sheet of paper.
Yue Guan took it and carefully wiped away every trace of tears. Sniffling, he said resentfully, "Little Su Chen, let's be fair here. Have I ever screwed you over?"
"No."
Su Chen shook his head.
"Didn't I save you too?"
"That's right."
"Wasn't I the one who brought you before His Holiness the Pope and vouched for you?"
"Yes."
Su Chen nodded.
Ever since he had entered Spirit Hall, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, the two elders, had indeed helped him greatly. Regardless of their reasons, Su Chen remembered it in his heart.
A person had to have a conscience.
"Since I haven't wronged you, why are you screwing me over?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo was both furious and anxious, his finger trembling as he pointed at Su Chen.
"It would've been one thing if you left without saying a word while you were with the Pope, but you—you actually got so close to Qian Renxue!! Didn't I warn you back then that she and the Pope are like fire and water?"
Over the past month, Bibi Dong's prestige and authority had grown tremendously. As veteran members of the Pope's faction, their own standing had risen along with her. Not