Even though everyone usually teases and mocks each other, they remain rational when something actually happens.
But on second thought, if it were his and Xuanxuan’s child, and if it were the Di Family who attracted the trouble, he would definitely not blame it on the members of the Di Family!
While it might be painful and worrisome, they absolutely wouldn’t snap like mad dogs; that’s the kind of people they are.
"Xiaojin, you don’t need to blame yourself." Fang Hao suddenly spoke up, her previously collapsing emotions slightly steadier, as she looked at Nangong Jin, the Nangong Family, and the guests who had been worried together.
Slowly, she spoke clearly, "Today, what happened was an accident, a security oversight of the Di Family, but it is definitely not the fault of anyone present. The ones truly at fault are those sinister people!
The difference between good and bad people lies in that bad people do wrong things yet stubbornly believe they are right. Good people feel guilty and blame themselves for the wrongs committed by bad people!
Good people shouldn’t pay for the mistakes of bad people! Their aim is to make us blame ourselves and feel sad. If we let them succeed, aren’t we being too foolish?"
Fang Hao looked at Nangong Jin and Di Jinxuan.
Nangong Jin didn’t speak, his eyes slightly red, nor did Di Jinxuan, standing with her back straight.
She thought Fang Hao was very right; they should never pay for the actions of bad people!
"So, my son-in-law is not at fault at all." Fang Hao continued, "Son-in-law, listen to me: if you blame yourself or feel sad, it’s only inviting more pain for those close to you and joy for your enemies!"
Awakening as if from a dream, everyone felt Fang Hao made a lot of sense.
Upon connection, the bomb disposal team couldn’t immediately identify the bomb’s model; initial analysis suggested it was homemade.
This meant it was purchased from the black market. Such bombs have several characteristics: they’re of poor quality but not complicated, and as long as one figures out the detonation line, precisely cutting the correct wire can diffuse it.
But several possibilities can’t be ruled out: first, the maker never intended for it to be disarmed, so no matter which wire you cut, it’s doomed.
Second, due to its poor quality, there may be a discrepancy between the set time and actual detonation, either going off early or late.
This means such homemade black market time bombs have low technical content and instability, though this instability can be advantageous—what if it’s simple, and what if it detonates later?
But there’s also a downside—what if it detonates early?

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