Zheng Ming looked at Lu Fat, whose expression changed rapidly like a shifting face, and the corner of his mouth revealed a smug smile. No matter how this Lu Fat transformed, this guy could still be considered a useful talent.
With a swish of his sleeve, Zheng Ming spoke indifferently, "Alright, stop wailing here. How did you end up in this sorry state?"
"Lord Marquis, isn't it still because of the message you sent out? I was directly demoted to a slave by the Sky Mechanism Pavilion. You have no idea what I've been through all these days to survive." Lu Fat's voice choked slightly as he spoke.
As for how those days had passed, Lu Fat was naturally clear—it simply wasn't the kind of life fit for humans.
Zheng Ming hadn't anticipated that Lu Fat's plight was somehow related to his actions. He sighed deeply and said solemnly, "It seems that I've wronged you to some degree."
