Chapitre 674: Slap in the Face, His Majesty Makes a Move (2)

Yu Xiheng sighed softly, a touch of resignation in his voice, "I do wish she would talk about it. She can tell me anything; I'm listening."

It was an unexpected revelation for him to feel somewhat helpless.

Feng San paused, slightly puzzled, "Brother Nine?"

"If they want to replace people, then just replace," Yu Xiheng replied indifferently, selecting a new brush from his collection, "Replace them all."

Feng San caught on quickly, "I'll contact the Great Xia TV right away and have them change the creative team."

Before leaving, he glanced at the calligraphy on the desk—the same phrase lingered.

—Why lament the lack of clothes, when we share a robe among us.

Feng San understood.

Brother Nine seemed particularly fond of this verse. Perhaps he too should practice this piece, striving to bridge the gap between them.

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