Shen Yu stared at Feng Huang, continuing to ask, "Why?"
Feng Huang shook his head in silence, not speaking for a long time.
The more he acted like this, the more uneasy Shen Yu became. He stared at Guan Fenghuang, waiting for an answer.
But over ten minutes passed, and Feng Huang remained silent. Moreover, his expression grew increasingly sorrowful.
Shen Yu really couldn't hold back anymore, he stepped forward, pressing Feng Huang: "Why do you always think of her?"
"I..." Feng Huang sighed again, speaking softly, "Shen Yu, I always feel that she's not dead..."
"Tch, how is that possible?"
"It's true, I have a feeling..."
"Then feel for a moment, when can I get rich?"
Feng Huang: "..."
He's being serious, okay! He's not a charlatan!
"You, just stop overthinking. Whether she's dead or alive, wouldn't Yin Ruo and X know?" Shen Yu sneered.
Feng Huang said nothing. Yes, whether Jian is alive or dead, X and Yin Ruo know best. Didn't Yin Ruo's eyes come from Jian herself?
