After the meeting ended, Guan Tong walked out of the conference room and had not even reached the stairs when Fang Qian caught up to him.
"Guan Tong, wait... I have something to tell you."
Guan Tong stopped and turned around, looking at her expressionlessly.
"What is it?"
"I never expected to see you here again." Fang Qian's tone carried a trace of guilt. "I've actually wanted to apologize to you in person about what happened last year."
"When you messaged me before, didn't I already tell you there was no need? It's all in the past. There's no point bringing it up again now."
Guan Tong was not merely pretending to be magnanimous. He had truly moved on and no longer cared about it.
To be honest, after more than a year of experiences, he had gained a profound understanding of the evil in human nature.
Especially since the Fire Thief often used rules to place people in extreme circumstances, further breeding the evil buried in their hearts.
When granaries are full, people learn propriety; when clothing and food are plentiful, people learn honor and shame.
If a hundred people faced starvation unless they stole food, perhaps only a handful could resist stealing.
So by now, Guan Tong had long since let it go. Especially after seeing those Provider Organizations and those warlords who killed as easily as breathing, Fang Qian's little mistake was nothing at all.
But Fang Qian apparently had not expected him to say that and looked rather surprised. "You really don't blame me anymore?"
"What difference would blame make? None of that matters anymore, and neither does this conversation between us. If there's nothing else, I'll be going."
After saying that, Guan Tong turned and left, leaving Fang Qian standing there in a daze for