The more helpless thing is, Shen Yu doesn't dare to hurt Luo Yan.
He's afraid of angering Luo Yan again.
So, Shen Yu can only take a step back: as long as he can protect himself, it's fine.
Luo Yan scoffs coldly, standing to the side, disdainfully brushing off the sleeve of the hand that Shen Yu just pulled.
This action almost made Feng Huang laugh out loud.
Shen Yu, oh Shen Yu, to think there would come a day when he's despised! And by the woman he likes! How interesting.
Feng Huang stretched out his long legs, walked to Luo Yan's side: "You really hate him?"
Luo Yan coldly glanced at Feng Huang, didn't answer.
None of his business!
"That person does look pretty annoying." Feng Huang said, "Besides, he indirectly caused your sister's death."
Luo Yan's heart trembled, looking at Feng Huang with vigilance: "Who are you?"
"Feng Huang." Feng Huang said.
Luo Yan laughed, coldly, very coldly.
"Just sent off a Peacock, now comes a Feng Huang."
