After Shen Xingxue left, Xu Fufu looked at Chu Mo: "You've hurt her feelings."
Chu Mo sighed: "That's better than lying to her."
"Hey, hey, hey, don't take it out on me, I never lie. I know you're angry tonight, and decapitating a dog won't fully pacify your rage. Instead... Why don't we go to the Gluttonous Pavilion? What's the point of being here?" Xu Fufu glanced at the hypocritically smiling nobles around him and said dismissively.
"Good point! Let's go." After experiencing so much tonight, Chu Mo's heart was far from calm. He stood up, left with Xu Fufu through the side door, and left with grace.
It was only after Chu Mo had left that many people felt a sense of relief.
They didn't even know why, it was just a youth, and yet the pressure he exerted on them was immense.
At the same time, Chu Mo's words also circulated among this crowd.