80 Feng Nai's Suspicions

In the gloom of the night, Feng Nai was totally unlike the honest and upright Almighty with his black team jacket. A cigarette was between his fingers, and he was languidly cold.

Mo Bei stood there. Although her face was stoic, thoughts were flowing through her mind. If he really intended on getting revenge, should she strike back? And if she did, would this person kick her out directly because of the grudge he was bearing against her?

Suddenly, Feng Nai stepped out and placed a hand against Mo Bei's shoulder, pressing her into the corner. Because of their height difference, his figure was bent down slightly. "Jungling support tank? Who taught you this playing style?"

His voice sounded slightly nonchalant.

However, Mo Bei knew that this wasn't nonchalance but suspicion.

She recalled Panda's words.