"Yes, compassion, my compassion for you."
Bai Fu Jin nodded slightly, his tone gentle like a breeze.
"Ridiculous!"
Bai Fuxi suddenly erupted, kicking over his chair in a frenzy, pointing at Bai Fu Jin's nose, his eyes wide and voice hoarse as he yelled, "Who do you think ruined me overnight? You think I can't figure out that you orchestrated all of this? Only you, Bai Fu Jin, have the ability to harm me to this extent! Only you would know about those things because they were your doing! Your doing!!"
"I did?"
Bai Fu Jin tilted his head curiously and blinked, "What do you mean?!"
Bai Fuxi trembled as he pointed at her, seemingly too furious to speak.
Then, Bai Fu Jin suddenly stood up, walked around the long table to stand shoulder to shoulder with Bai Fuxi, and under his despairing gaze, opened the drawer on his left, took out a pocket-sized recording device, wiped it on the watch on her left wrist, and casually threw it on the ground.
"Oh, I remember now."
