The current state of March had her fuming, itching to slap the colossal idiot before his eyes to death.
I'm such a gentle, kind-hearted, and adorable girl. Who looks like you?
With your face begging for a punch, you dare drag me into this mess. What audacity!
Who are you comparing us with?!
Not only was March mad, but Ye Weiming also found the giant idiot amusing, yet maddening. He didn't rush to March's defense, keeping his arms crossed against his chest, standing quietly on the side, adopting the pose of a viewer watching a drama.
"Hey!" Seeing Ye Weiming's demeanor, March immediately turned her anger to her teammate, "At a time like this, all you know is to laugh at me; you better help me.
Ye Weiming shrugged, "Just tell me how. If you want to kill, I'll draw the sword. If you wish to become their disciple, I'll help you negotiate the terms. I'll go with your decision this time."
