"You..." Ye Shikai was also at a loss for words. Last time Hua Liandie left without a word, causing Ye Shikai to worry about her. Now, upon returning, her good intentions almost led to disaster. Luo Li was right; if the fire hadn't been put out in time, within an hour, East Village would become a pile of ashes, igniting the trees on the hills, and soon the entire village would be engulfed in flames. At that point, even if everyone in the village worked together to put out the fire, half the village would likely be burned down. If that were the case, thousands of villagers would be left homeless, with nowhere to stay for at least half a month.
"What, are you still planning to blame me?" Hua Liandie, visibly angry, disregarded the presence of many people around her and loudly questioned Ye Shikai.
"I don't want to argue with you right now." Ye Shikai, considering the villagers nearby, refrained from showing his anger and turned his somber face, speaking coldly.
