Salted Fish's mind was in chaos as he looked at Red Boy. "It's not easy for Jingxin to fly. Why don't… Why don't you explain to Jingfa and the rest what Wu Song… Ahem, rime ice is!"
"It's fine. I'm always prepared to be at Master's service. I don't mind helping no matter what it is! Besides, this is a trivial matter. There's no need for Master to do it. I'm fully capable of doing it." Red Boy wasn't interested in Salted Fish's matters, but the thought of being the teacher and playing the role of Fangzheng immediately delighted him. As for whether he could give a good explanation? He didn't worry about it. After all, he was thick-skinned. Since Master explained by checking his phone for the information all the time, it wasn't like he couldn't do the same.
Seeing how Red Boy had lost himself with the chance to posture, Salted Fish could only place his hopes on Fangzheng.
