"That one's been really happy lately, always fussing over His Hope City. Lots of people are going to the Dark Council to complain, hahaha, you should've seen Stan's head—it looks like it got bigger." Lafra laughed heartily, slapping her thigh and making Chen Ze's mouth twitch.
"No wonder I haven't seen Stan much lately, I thought he was just too busy." Chen Ze managed a strained smile.
"How could he be? Stan's been harassed by those guys lately. Even though he's killed a few, with so many fat-headed nobles, you can't kill them all, ha." Lafra slapped her thigh again.
"Um... Lafra, could you stop slapping my thigh please?" Chen Ze was at a loss for words, beginning to suspect that his girlfriend was doing it on purpose, and even choosing to slap his thigh specifically.
Chen Ze felt his thigh might swell up from all the slapping, as Lafra was quite strong.
"Hmph, who do you think has to go back every day to deal with all those race issues?" Lafra huffed.
