Yun Sang didn't answer but instead threw the question back at Feng Ting.
With a casual yet arrogant manner, Yun Sang's beautiful and slender fingers secretly clenched with a bit of force.
A light chuckle slowly escaped from the man opposite, as Feng Ting took a sip of tea, a deeper smile appearing as he thought of something.
Dealing with the Yun Family?
This seemed like a question, but undeniably, there was a threatening undertone.
He was the president of Z Country, previously threatened by Lu Mian, now threatened by Yun Sang.
The siblings of the Yun Family had indeed done what millions of others dared not do.
Yet, paradoxically, there were some things even Feng Ting himself couldn't explain.
He, the president whom everyone feared, had an infinite tolerance for the Yun Family alone.
Feng Ting wasn't angry; he took another sip of tea methodically and said softly, "No, I won't."
The strength in Yun Sang's fingers relaxed.
An unexpected turn.
