"If people wanted to drag anyone down, they would go after Nie Xiaoqian, not you, the Demon Lord of Mayhem," Shen Huan grumbled.
"What exactly happened, Brother Jiu?"
So Anjiu recounted the whole story to Shen Huan, including all her uneasiness, troubles, and dilemmas of the past few days. After getting everything off her chest, she felt much lighter. It was a miracle she hadn't gone insane from not having anyone to confide in up till now.
"Fu Chenshang..." Shen Huan murmured, "no wonder when you first told me, you said I only guessed one-third correctly. Turns out the 'Fu' I guessed was right, and, what's more, Fu Jingxi is actually the eldest grandson of Fu's, Shengjin really is brimming with crouching tigers, hidden dragons..."