Seeing the two men's faces changing dramatically, Yang Zhen knew that things had proceeded quite far.
Guo Jing had a gloomy look on his face, his eyes shifting slightly. He fixed a stern gaze on Yang Zhen and said,
"Who's behind all this, I don't know what you're talking about. Does Feng Junior Sister's death have nothing to do with you? I see, even at a time like this, you're trying to deflect blame, what exactly is your intention?"
Hearing this, Feng Jingtu hesitated, looking at Yang Zhen and then back at Guo Jing. He was about to speak when Yang Zhen shook his head and sighed, "What a pity!"
"What's a pity?" Guo Jing's expression changed as he fixated his gaze on Yang Zhen, asking unconsciously.
You really can't understand it, can you?