The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy

"Get lost!"

Xu Xian kicked Zhuang Hongyu away again without any hint of mercy, causing him to spit blood.

Fang Zhou stood by, watching without any intention of intervening.

This scene could be Zhuang Hongyu experiencing a pang of conscience, or it might be a performance by both of them.

Regardless of the motive, Fang Zhou had no reason to act since Zhuang Hongyu had just poisoned him, temporarily categorizing him as untrustworthy.

After kicking Zhuang Hongyu away, Xu Xian turned to look at Fang Zhou, seemingly calming down from her anger.

She slowly picked up the clothes from the ground and elegantly put them back on, each movement bewitching.

After dressing, Xu Xian smiled slightly at Fang Zhou, "Mr. Fang, there’s no conflict of interest between us; there’s no need for a fight."

Heh, wasn’t you trying to ride me just now if you didn’t want a fight?

Fang Zhou picked up and wore the mask Xu Xian had tossed aside, smiling, "Mrs. Xu, your words and actions are rife with contradictions. You said there’s no conflict of interest with me, but you poisoned me and tried to keep me from leaving. Is it possible that your mouth and brain contradict each other, perhaps due to schizophrenia?"

Xu Xian didn’t know what schizophrenia was but could tell Fang Zhou was mocking her intellect.