Feng Yexuan's face showed no emotion, but the palm hidden in his sleeve clenched a bit tighter.
Leng Ji arrived.
He whispered something in Feng Yexuan's ear.
The furrow between Feng Yexuan's brows then slowly smoothed out.
Feng Xianyu still couldn't decipher his thoughts. Wasn't he very tense?
Why did it seem that the suspense hanging over his heart had suddenly loosened?
"Fourth Brother, thinking of the assassin's battered and bloody state must be quite satisfying, right?"
Feng Xianyu's words were meant to provoke Feng Yexuan.
In fact, he did not know whether the person inside was... the woman who was causing Feng Yexuan's anxiety and worry.
He was just guessing.
But now, it looked like the Fourth Brother really didn't care?
However, to everyone's surprise, it wasn't Feng Yexuan who Feng Xianyu provoked, but Feng Qihe who flew into a rage.