When the train emerged from the interior of the Celestial Craft Workshop and regained its quiet, Wang Haoran glanced at Feng Zhaoyang. Feng Zhaoyang hadn't spoken yet, merely stared at him with wide eyes, his mind engulfed in confusion and shock.
At that time, wasn't I the same... just like Feng Zhaoyang's behavior now. Wang Haoran pretended as though there was no issue at all, continuing to raise the stakes on the matter: "Speaking of which, we can't ignore a very simple fact, which is that the director of the Celestial Capital Department clearly likes Zong Qingkuang."
"And he even had the local Celestial Capital Department look after him, but guess what? This guy not only ignored them completely but also took out a feather."
A feather?
Feng Zhaoyang was utterly confused, a feather, and at such a time, why would anyone suddenly pull out a feather? Can a feather kill someone? He had no idea what the feather was, nor why Zong Liangqing pulled it out furtively!
