After consuming various supplements, Ye Fengsheng's face was difficult to recover, but his hand remained raised in the air, with no expression of sluggishness. Even the black and white pupils showed signs of stagnation.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment. Ye Fengsheng was like a statue, maintaining this posture under everyone's gaze.
After a while, his neck slightly turned, his face trembled slightly, and returned to normal.
"Du Fang, he..."
A forced smile appeared on his lips. Ye Feng said, "How can Fang Chen be mistaken for a Zen practitioner? You are wrong."
In those four eyes, Qiu Yun said, "They are surveilling every move of the dust." You just heard it. They've been monitoring him for two days."
Ye Fengsheng turned his head. "There are many people they need to manage, not necessarily Fang Du."
Qiu Yun stood up and walked to Ye Fengsheng. "Will you sober up? Is it useful to deceive yourself?"
"I said it can't be him!"
