"What's going on with Qing Feng?"
Zhao Yi returned to the front hall and saw Huang Ying, who was studying a ring, and asked with a face full of confusion.
Just a moment ago, Zhao Yi had intended to visit Qing Feng to check on her injuries, but unexpectedly got a cold shoulder instead.
Qing Feng's attitude was terrible; even through the door, Zhao Yi could feel the low pressure emanating from inside the room.
Huang Ying heard this, put down the ring in her hand, and said with a puzzled expression, "Master, do you really not know?"
"Know what?" Zhao Yi asked, confused.
Huang Ying carefully observed Zhao Yi's expression and saw that he did not seem to be lying, so her eyes squinted slightly.
She glanced at Qing Feng's room and lowered her voice, saying, "Qing Feng is jealous!"
Zhao Yi became even more bewildered: "Jealous of what?"
Huang Ying said, "Of course, it's about you wanting Shopkeeper Yao as a furnace!"
