"Zhu Muran, whether I'm arrogant or not, does it have anything to do with him?"
Gazing at Zhu Muran, who was extremely terrified, Feng Wuchen asked with a faint smile, as if they were just friends.
Zhu Muran instinctively nodded, but quickly realized and shook his head repeatedly, just like a rattle.
But when Zhu Muran shook his head, he realized something again and changed to nodding repeatedly.
Zhu Muran was completely frightened.
"Zhuchenxin, is this your disciple?" Casting a mocking glance at the extremely gloomy Zhuchenxin on the left, Feng Wuchen asked with a faint smile.
Zhuchenxin's old face twitched violently, clearly on the verge of extreme rage, like a bomb ready to explode at the slightest touch.
Realizing he was being humiliated by Feng Wuchen, Zhu Muran was seething internally but dared not show it.
Even with Zhuchenxin present, he dared not.
Zhu Feng is the best example.
