"Endure," the ice crystal shot towards Rubble mercilessly.
Even Fu Yunhe, standing by, was affected, feeling as if his blood was frozen solid.
She was truly angry.
"Rubble, stop talking."
Fu Yunhe directly advised Rubble, "Nian Shutong is angry, don't say anymore."
Rubble did not quite understand, but he felt some discomfort in his body.
He looked at Nian Shutong, who had already shrunk back and disappeared in a few steps, then turned his pleading gaze to Fu Yunhe.
"Uncle Xiao He, why is Ms. Nian Shutong angry?"
"Is Rubble's heart sick again? Is it uncomfortable?"
Fu Yunhe first asked Rubble an important question.
"Why do you hurt yourself?"
Rubble shook his head firmly, "Rubble did not harm himself."
Fu Yunhe looked at Rubble, who was completely clueless, and lifted his injured hand.
"You're not hurt? Then what am I pressing on? Initially weak to the point that even walking tired you, hating even a touch of water, why would you cut yourself with a dagger?"
