An eerie silence enveloped the Thousand Miles Hall. Unable to believe his eyes, Jiao Xiuyuan stared at Li Fan, a stupefied expression etched on his face.
"Don't look at me like that. I planned to pay for it, but no matter how hard I tried to get your attention, you didn't respond," Li Fan shrugged.
"Before I even got the chance to say anything when you woke up, you blasted off on your own. That can't be my fault now, can it?"
Seeing the innocent look on Li Fan's face, Jiao Xiuyuan's facial muscles twitched.
After a momentary pause, he reasoned that Li Fan didn't seem the type to help himself without asking, so he forced a magnanimous smile and said: "Whatever, it was just a Puppet that got blown up! I have many more!"
"Wow, Jiao, my friend, you're really generous!" Li Fan clapped and applauded.
