As soon as Lan Jinghe heard that, her anger flared even higher.
"I haven't even started on you! We agreed to be allies, but halfway through the battle, you disappeared! You didn't even say goodbye—you just left?"
Lan Jinghe slapped the sofa armrest with a crack and rose to her feet. She glared down at Zhong Shenxiu, her chest heaving harder, her loose casual clothes stretched into rippling curves. "If I hadn't reacted quickly and pulled Ha Luosa and the others out, the Holy Spirit Cult would have been buried beneath Shrek City today!"
"Zhong Shenxiu, you certainly make being an ally look easy, don't you?"
Zhong Shenxiu rolled his eyes, straightened up, and casually grabbed a file from the table, fanning it to block the sea breeze blowing in.
"I say, Demon Empress, can you be reasonable?"
"You told me to provide support. I sent Iceberg and Volcano down there and helped you stabilize the front line. I kept you from collapsing outright. If that wasn't support, what was it?"
"As for when I left, that depended on the situation. Chen Xinjie had entered the fight, and Yun Ming and his wife had both broken through. Why would I stay there? To wait for them to focus-fire me?"
He spread his hands, looking utterly justified. "Allies fight when they can and retreat when they can't. I couldn't exactly get myself killed just to help you, could I?"
Lan Jinghe gritted her teeth in fury, yet what he said seemed to make a little sense.
She opened her mouth, but after a long while, she could not find anything to retort with. In the end, she gave a heavy snort and sat back down on the sofa, turning her face away from Zhong Shenxiu.
Seeing her mother angry, Lan Fozhi