"What did you just say?"
Yu Yao's gaze suddenly landed on Xu Feng, her eyes filled with suspicion, doubt, and distrust, without any pretense.
Xu Feng was taken aback, "What did I say? I didn't say anything."
"Oh, I said the minister isn't like that..."
As he spoke, he paused, carefully pondering his words, then his expression turned somewhat peculiar.
He smacked his lips, muttering, "Well, if the minister knew this is how you see him, what consequences would there be."
Yu Yao pursed her lips, stayed silent, and fell into contemplation.
Xu Feng chuckled awkwardly twice before continuing, "Alright, let's not worry about the minister's matters. He basically has nothing to fear in this world."
"Previously, even a full barrage of Katyusha rockets didn't faze him, so what are we worried about? At worst, he might end up bald again."
Zhang Beixing's hair had just grown back out recently.
