Zhou Qiyue paused, "What do you mean?"
Fu Chi looked straight ahead without replying.
Not until they reached his office on this side, upon pushing the door open, did Fu Chi glance at the man next to him, "Would you like something to drink?"
"No need, thank you."
Fu Chi did not bother with pleasantries, he nodded and sat down on the couch, speaking like an outsider, "Offending those who shouldn't be offended, experiencing the turbulence of fate, without the ability to fight back, in the end, one can only be crushed. Is this not always the fate of an ant?"
A shadow crossed Zhou Qiyue's eyes.
"Master Fu is indeed the proud son of heaven standing atop the snowy mountain peak, seemingly indifferent to the hardships of the common people."
There was a hint of sarcasm in his words.
Zhou Qiyue felt that Fu Chi seemed totally indifferent to the value of a human life; he didn't even react, which was not an attitude a healer should have.
