Being praised and complimented feels good.
But being falsely lauded makes one feel anxious.
Zheng Qing did not cast the Thunder Curse, it was the spell released by the interviewer, Thomas; the spell didn't destroy half the street, it just made a bit of noise; most importantly, the so-called Strong Suppression Charm was merely a simple Calm Heart Talisman, under which the pig demon fell asleep.
Zheng Qing raised his head, his face flushed red.
He himself didn't know whether his face was red because of coughing or because these false praises made him feel uneasy.
He took a deep breath, planning to turn around and have a serious discussion about what happened at the Great Ming pavilion with the people at the next table to prevent rumors from spreading.
Across the table, Xiao Xiao was sipping her juice, her eyes narrowed, attentively listening to the conversation happening at the neighboring table.
