"What, cat got your tongue?" Shi Feng glared fiercely at Li Tingyan, his words hitting the most vulnerable spot in his heart with a harsh sting. "Did you see the bandage on the back of my head? Back then, when that woman was causing trouble, she picked up a chair to hit Nianyang, and it almost got her, but I stepped in to protect her, did you know that?"
The ice in Li Tingyan's eyes quickly shattered, forming a red whirlpool that was about to swallow him up, and his voice was so broken it couldn't be pieced together.
"Is... is that so?"
"What else?" Shi Feng pushed Li Tingyan aside, pointing at his own head. "Because of this, I was conveniently supported by Nianyang. I've always had a photographer secretly take photos of every interaction between me and Nianyang. That's how those pictures were taken, do you understand?"
Li Tingyan's world suddenly collapsed with a bang. He thought he was already in pain, but it turned out there was even more pain.
