"Illness from anger? Can a male god even do that? Make someone sick from frustration?" Tiantian exclaimed in surprise.
"Illness from anger is nothing. He can even anger someone to death! I almost didn't make it back from Ghost Gate!" Wen Wan's indignation grew as she spoke.
After hearing this, Tiantian tsk-tsked, "Look at that, your little face has thinned a whole size."
Upon hearing that, Wen Wan felt even more aggrieved.
"So, what was Mo Siluo's reaction? Did he show any concern for you?" Tiantian inquired.
"Concern? Him not bullying me would be good enough!" Wen Wan pouted, becoming more and more aggrieved, like a three-year-old child throwing a tantrum because they can't have candy.
"Then this Mo Siluo really went too far. At the very least, he should offer you some words of sympathy, maybe bring you some sweets or snacks," Tiantian added fuel to the fire.
Wen Wan gave her friend a sidelong glance and huffed twice, "Which would end up in your stomach in the end, right?"
