A Not-So-Small Trouble

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The air throughout the audience had subtly changed.

It was as though some foreign substance had been injected into it, turning it murky.

Fan Xinglu stared fixedly at Ophelia.

Ophelia merely met Fan Xinglu's gaze, her face showing not the slightest wavering.

It was not because Ophelia did not know how dangerous the child before her was. Just as before, she simply did not care even about being in danger, having completely cast everything aside.

Seeing Ophelia like this, Fan Xinglu's brows rose slightly.

Then, as though she had lost interest, her expression became somewhat listless.

"So even your 'heart' is dead after all?"

With that, Fan Xinglu completely lost interest in Ophelia.

"No matter how enticing the aroma is, if it does not taste good, then such a delicacy has no reason to exist."

That single remark proved exactly what Ophelia was in Fan Xinglu's eyes.

"What a pity. Such excellent material."

Fan Xinglu's expression began to turn regretful.

Her every word and action expressed disappointment in Ophelia.

It was surely a very painful thing to endure.

Yet Ophelia, as though unmoved, silently accepted it.

Fan Xinglu, however, acted as though Ophelia did not exist and turned her gaze toward Fang Li.

Then she spoke.

"You really brought back quite a troublesome problem."

That was Fan Xinglu's opinion.

Her sincere, heartfelt opinion.

However, Fang Li understood the reason behind it very well.

In truth, Ophelia's existence was indeed highly unusual. She was not someone who could simply be taken away.

Still, Fang Li answered like this.

"This girl followed me herself."

With one sentence, he cleanly shrugged off all responsibility.

"You certainly are blunt." Fan Xinglu said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "But others will not see it that way. Haven't you dealt with 'that side'