"You did quite well in playing the role of a tool," Kevia seemed to be complimenting He Zhenyi, but the latter couldn't feel happy upon hearing it.
He received a glass of wine from Lin Ge, the same red "Thorns" that the goddess was drinking. He took a sip and sighed,
"Great Kevia, I thought there should be at least some feelings between us, not just a simple relationship of use."
"That was just your illusion."
"Fine, an illusion."
He Zhenyi drank another big gulp of wine and said no more.
After a brief moment of calm, Lin Ge took the initiative to break the somewhat oppressive atmosphere.
"Uncle, regarding Miss Huihui, does she stay in contact with you all in some way?" he tried to divert the uncle's attention. "Miss Huihui seems quite confident in her own strength, but this is not the world she knows after all. Being too proud can easily lead to losses. If you can keep in touch with her, you must remind her to be careful."