"Uncle Wen, don't you think everything before us looks ridiculous?"
Unable to hold back, Fu Mingyu let out a laugh, lifting his eyes to glance around and losing his composure again, "Except for Nuan Nuan and me, everyone is acting, believing in the reality of it, giving it their all in the performance. But in my eyes, it's too clumsy, too laughable."
Ignoring the pale expressions of everyone, Fu Mingyu's expression suddenly became serious, "The purpose of today's play, you and I both understand, so I won't say it, to spare everyone the embarrassment."
"But, knowing it's already beyond salvage, yet still trying to pin everything on Nuan Nuan, don't you all find it laughable?"
"Do you think I'm dead?"
His words suddenly turned sharp, Fu Mingyu's darkened face brought a chilling low pressure into the living room, like a tornado sweeping in, instantly dropping the temperature by tens of degrees.
