"No, no, no, it's not off the charts!" Qingzhu shook his head repeatedly, struggling to control the shock on his face.
Zhao Xiyan had said that he couldn't mention anything about the charts when meeting Qi Yue.
"Why such a big reaction, could it really be off the charts?" Qi Yue's expression became serious, staring intensely at Qingzhu.
"Tell me, is it so?!"
Luckily, Qingzhu had been Zhao Xiyan's stand-in for three years and was adept at controlling facial expressions; his calm demeanor was now perfectly portrayed.
Under Qi Yue's intense gaze, he managed to hold his ground.
"Master, my appearance isn't "off the charts"; it was swept away by the waves."
As he spoke, he bowed deeply again, performing an apologetic gesture.
"Master, the wave was fierce and swift. A plank rushed directly towards me, and I dodged it by moving sideways, which caused my appearance to be shattered by the plank. Please punish me, Master!"
