"If Qingcheng were still here, seeing you like this..."
"Shut your mouth!" Mo Feng suddenly roared, his voice sharp and piercing, "Huo Jingting, do you think you're worthy to mention her name?"
"..." Huo Jingting's lips twitched as if some words were on the brink of escaping.
But as they came to his lips, he found no way to utter them, and in the end, he simply sighed.
"Six years, you know how I've lived these past six years," Mo Feng said with a chilling expression. "I survived with only one purpose, and that was to destroy you by my own hands, to watch you lose everything!"
His smile was full of mocking derision, "And today, I've finally had my chance."
"Feng..."
Huo Jingting seemed about to say something, but as he uttered a syllable, the lights in the resting room suddenly came on.
The circuits were re-energized.
