Playing Riddles

"Why aren't you at work at this time? Why are you here?"

Feng Sheng snorted in his heart. He did not expose Feng Heng's shameful behavior in front of Luo Yangyang.

Feng Heng had fought with him for more than twenty years. In countless battles, Feng Heng had never gained the upper hand.

This time, he naturally would not let Feng Heng succeed either.

"It's nothing. I went to the company just now and heard that you were in a hurry to go home as soon as you arrived at the company. I came over to see if you needed my help or something."

The devilish smile on Feng Heng's lips was especially bright, but it did not reach his eyes. When he looked at Feng Sheng, his peach blossom eyes were as dark as the venom of a poisonous spider.

"As you can see, my limbs are still intact. I don't need any help."

Feng Heng was obviously here to gloat at his misfortune. Feng Sheng's voice was cold, and it was rare for him to say such a long sentence.