"Sometimes I truly admire your attitude,"
Fu Ling said sincerely after a long pause.
After experiencing the death of Saintfield VI, the inquisition from the consortium, and the entire Eco-Ship being shrouded in oppression, Duan Mingyuan actually became engrossed in playing puzzle games.
She felt that it wasn't out of magnanimity, but rather that this man seemed genuinely unconcerned from the bottom of his heart about the Shan Clan People's false accusations and judgments.
It was as if he stood from the perspective of an onlooker, watching a group of clowns turn red-faced and thick-necked, fighting in what they believed to be effective ways, but only bringing ridicule upon themselves.
For instance, right now, this man seemed to be truly curious about how exactly Saintfield VI had died—he was already leagues ahead of the others in the family.
