Listening to Xu Junjun calling her master an idiot and a good-for-nothing again and again, Weidong felt dizzy, his eyes darkening. He looked at her as if she were a demon. Seeing her rub her wrists and raise her hands again, he feared she would slap his master once more. He scrambled over, crawling on all fours to block the big bed, pleading for his master:
"Miss Xu, this time it really isn't my master's fault. Since arriving in Jiang City, he has been busy dealing with the officials who buried the commoners alive; he has had no close contact with the infected. I have been with him every day, and I have seen how cautious he is. If a traitor hadn't infiltrated the personal guards and mixed the blood of the infected into his food—something even silver needles couldn't detect—he would never have been caught off guard. Miss Xu, please don't hit my master anymore. Take your anger out on me instead; I will have no complaints."
Xu Junjun kicked Weidong in the back of the knee, her expression foul as she continued to scold:
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