Ye Fengsheng glanced at him sideways, reached out gently to grasp his hand, then opened his mouth and said, "Why is this?"
Time passed in silence between them. Guests occasionally bowed at the door to Hee Jing's siblings and at home to the two of them. All they received was Jing Chu's head being ignored, an unspoken fact.
These two who controlled half of Luxi City's territory were standing at the entrance to this grand banquet, making them sometimes feel it was quite a waste.
Yet both remained aloof, too cautious to step forward and ask questions.
Ye Fengsheng's voice didn't rush as his eyes quietly watched Hee Ziming on the phone, but his ears distinctly heard the sound of porcelain breaking, along with angry pen strokes and hysterical roars from the other end:
What does Ye Fengsheng want to do? He's not afraid to talk to me because he's too bold with his words!"
You know what I don't know, I know as much as you do, do you know what happened yesterday?
