Han Feng looked at Yuwen Kangli with disdain, let out a snort, and said, "Haven't you heard? As the saying goes, 'He who gets close to ink gets stained black.' You can't accomplish anything noteworthy, so how good can your friends possibly be?"
Chu Ge looked at him coldly without speaking.
Yuwen Kangli, standing by, turned completely red. Because he had been imprisoned twice, no one wanted to be friends with him anymore. They all believed that associating with him would lead to bad luck.
Even though he was already prepared for being cold-shouldered by others, hearing Han Feng put it so bluntly was still hard for him to stomach.
Han Feng noticed Yuwen Kangli's anger and curled his lips into a contemptuous smile, coldly saying, "Yuwen Kangli, if I were you, I wouldn't show up here because I couldn't bear the shame!"
Yuwen Kangli tightly gripped his pant legs as if trying to endure, but his face was red down to his neck.
