Feng Huaijin placed both hands on his knees, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Elder brother, you're too kind. The police will be here in a few minutes. You better think about how you're going to explain this to them."
Feng Huaimu remained silent. The victor becomes king, and the loser becomes the enemy; what's done is done. What can you do?
Feng Huaimu's long eyelashes quivered slightly. He lifted his eyes to look at Xu Haohao, who trembled with a knife a few meters away, and a wave slowly formed in his heart, filled with complexity.
If what Feng Yi said is true, then what meaning does his action have?
The Xu Haohao of today is no longer the same as when they first met, so proactive and enthusiastic, able to joyfully drag him to take pictures together, able to ask for his WeChat, able to muster the courage to hold his hand…
