Liu Zhenwu noticed Fang Cong's angry expression but did not say anything. He laughed coldly. "Brother Fang, we care about you, so what's with your expression? If you don't tell us in detail how you were beaten up and humiliated, how can we help you?"
Fang Cong's expression changed again and again when he heard this. In the end, he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice, "You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine now."
"Oh?"
"It looks like Brother Fang doesn't treat us like friends anymore, huh?" Chen Rufeng laughed. "However, even if you don't treat us as friends, we can't ignore you. After all, it's fine if you're the only one who was humiliated, but our reputation has also taken a blow thanks to your incompetence. Brother Fang, what do you think we should do? Shouldn't you give us an explanation?"
