Upon hearing this.
Chen Feng squinted his eyes, turned his head to look at Lin Mengyao, and asked, "Yaoyao, do you want him to clear our names? I don't really care!"
"If possible, Chen Feng, let him tell the truth to everyone. I don't want to be considered a bad person for life!"
Lin Mengyao said.
"Okay, I understand!"
Chen Feng nodded, then released his right hand and dropped Zhong Siquan to the ground.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Zhong Siquan clutched his neck, coughed dryly for a long time, and took deep breaths for a while before he finally recovered, and his complexion gradually returned to normal.
If Chen Feng had squeezed his neck for a moment longer, he really would have suffocated to death.
"Thank you, Brother Chen Feng, for sparing my life!"
Zhong Siquan quickly looked at Chen Feng with gratitude.
"Stop trying to get close, and don't waste my time. Quickly tell the truth to everyone!"
Chen Feng rolled his eyes at Zhong Siquan and asked coldly.
"This…"
