Just then, Yang Li's call came through.
"Madam, the matter on the internet has been settled; you don't have to worry about it,"
Xia Weibao opened her eyes slightly, "Did you take care of Lin Siqian's issue?"
"Not me, but the master," Yang Li said, beginning to boast, "Madam, let me tell you, the master has really put his heart into this matter..."
Then he went on and on, greatly exaggerating the story, almost portraying Lu Hualiang as having shed his blood and braved all dangers for Xia Weibao.
The more exaggerated the description, the singular goal remained: to make Xia Weibao feel guilty.
To let her know how much Lu Hualiang had fretted over her issue, to the point he was practically sprouting white hairs.
Xia Weibao, "..."
Actually, she could have solved it herself without his intervention.
And it wouldn't have been such a hassle to handle on her own; she could've simply asked Third Chicken to look into it.
