“Why don’t you tell them what you’re doing in my room? What did you come here to talk to me about?” Darius shook his head while speaking, then clucked his tongue.

“There are many things that you can’t explain, and if you tried to, you’d only be making yourself seem immoral.” He smiled and took a step back, then added, “I think it’s time for you to say your piece.”

His words were like bullets piercing Felix’s skin. He opened his mouth, and his lips trembled as he tried to think of things to say. Darius’ words kept reverberating in his ears—there was no way he’d be able to provide a perfect explanation for the things that had just happened.

In the past, his fans wouldn’t even think that anything was wrong. Now, however, things were different. Now that Darius had brought these questions up, none of his fans would accept a perfunctory answer unless they were dumb.

Of course, there was no denying that most of his fans worshipped him blindly. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have spent so much mo