"Have this junior go cheer Rongrong up?" Chen Feng was somewhat surprised.
"What, unwilling?" Gu Rong retorted. "You caused this mess yourself. Are you expecting us to wipe your ass for you?"
He looked at Chen Xin. "What do you think? Sword Douluo, or do you want to go comfort Rongrong?"
Chen Xin looked at his disciple. "Xiao Feng, why don't you go cheer Rongrong up?"
He had watched Rongrong grow up and knew full well how difficult she was to handle at a time like this. Naturally, he had no desire to walk into that minefield.
"Uh, all right. I'll give it a try." Chen Feng had no choice but to agree.
The reason he had reprimanded Ning Rongrong earlier was partly because he had seen through Ning Fengzhi's intentions, so he had gone along with it and confronted Ning Rongrong.
The other reason was that Ning Rongrong's behavior had reminded him of those xxn he had encountered in his previous life.
They were clearly at fault, yet acted like victims, righteously slandering others. Even after being exposed, they stubbornly refused to admit it.
Although Ning Rongrong had not reached the level of those xxn from his previous life, there were already signs of it.
Any signs had to be stamped out. After all, Chen Feng still had to live in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If xxn were constantly popping up around him, it would be utterly miserable.
After asking the two Douluo, Sword and Bone, where Ning Rongrong's room was, Chen Feng bid them farewell and set off toward her room with the grim resolve of a man marching to his death.
The reason he felt like he was marching to his death was because he knew perfectly well that once a woman threw a tantrum,