Fortunately, Snow Condensing Sword did not stay long this time. After about half an hour, he hurried away again.
Fang Che had no choice but to message his father: "With Sword Master flying back and forth like this, how am I supposed to work? He's flying around far too often. How dare I show my face as Night Demon? Aren't I afraid he'll cut me down with one sword? I'm Night Demon, you know!"
His father then angrily messaged Dongfang Sansan: "Is Rui Qianshan an idiot? Can't he leave my son any time to work? He's circling around like a fly around dung, dropping down every now and then. What the hell is he doing?"
Dongfang Sansan sighed.
She increasingly felt that she had somehow become everyone's punching bag. Everyone came to her to vent their anger.
When had she become so miserable? But there was nothing she could do. She could only pinch her nose and reply, "I'll handle it."
She then asked, "What route is Fang Che taking? Have him tell me his plan."
Fang Yunzheng went back to ask his son, "Your uncle needs to know your planned route of action."
"...I'm doing this, this, and this..."
Fang Che sent over his reply.
Fang Yunzheng relayed it to Dongfang Sansan again. "Got it? If anything goes wrong again, don't blame me for being unreasonable."
Dongfang Sansan's face darkened at once.
You people have really gone too far! I know you're aggrieved and angry, but if you have anger, you can vent it on me. Who can I vent mine on? She was fuming when Xue Fuxiao came in. "Sans—"
"Don't you know how to knock!"
Dongfang Sansan slammed the table and flew into a rage. "Where are the manners of your great lineage!? Do you have no