Feng Jiuzun brazenly scrutinized Ningwan.
Moments later, under a cold glance from Zhan Hanjue, he sheepishly withdrew his gaze.
Soon, he mocked, "You seem quite attentive to her. If my sister knew, she would be very upset."
"The dead don't get upset," Zhan Hanjue said coldly.
Feng Jiuzun's face froze, anger surging forth, "If it weren't for you, she wouldn't have died!"
"Jiuzun, be respectful to Mr. Zhan."
At this moment, a middle-aged man walked over, placed a hand on Feng Jiuzun's shoulder, and gently patted it soothingly.
Only then did the anger on Feng Jiuzun's face gradually subside.
The middle-aged man smiled at Zhan Hanjue, "Mr. Zhan, we meet again."
"Mr. Feng," Zhan Hanjue nodded slightly.
Feng Huai then looked at Ningwan, "Is this the Third Miss Ye?"
"Mr. Feng," Ningwan nodded in greeting.
Ye Xuan walked over, snorted coldly and said, "Mr. Feng, there's no such Third Miss in the Ye Family."
