Luo'er distinctly remembered, only a few months ago during a competition, he had warned Murong about Zhuanzhu, who, if not properly managed, would inevitably cause significant trouble.
As it stood now, it seemed their relationship hasn't changed a bit since then. Murong could only use his authority to suppress Zhuanzhu's provocations, having no other means to handle him.
To Luo'er, Zhuanzhu's issue was not just his foul mouth, but, more importantly, the wild, ungovernable streak in his nature. If not kept in check, it would eventually erupt into a full-blown disaster. It was much like taming a wild wolf; a small misstep could lead to one's throat being ripped apart.
"I am truly sorry, Zhuanzhu was merely ranting. We should have been the ones to bear this burden," Murong apologized, an odd expression in his eyes that Luo'er noticed.
