"It's simple," summarized what Mu Fusheng had said.
"It means you're incapable."
Anyone could understand that.
Beside them, Hong Ying chuckled softly and said, "If this were before, Junior Brother Mu probably wouldn't have retorted, right? He must have been eager for people to think he was weak, but now he seems keen to talk back. Who do you think changed him?"
Ning Chenxin smiled lightly. "Who else could it be?"
Ye Qiubai patted Miss Mu's hand and said, "Finally, someone can change his temperament."
When they looked at Chu Xiang, Xu Luo, and others, Jiu Bailu's face remained calm and emotionless, but when he turned to look at Mu Fusheng after hearing his words, he wore a gentle smile, like sunlight melting ice and snow.
This contrast, coupled with what Mu Fusheng had said,
made them feel an indescribable sense of humiliation.
When had these people from ancient aristocratic families and top sects ever been treated like this?