During the time waiting for the DNA test results, Fang Ping didn't call even once. He waited with extreme patience.
Everything was within his expectations, he wasn't in a rush.
Nan Mufeng knew nothing about any of this, he was still engrossed in a battle of wits with Yuan Fei.
With his nose bruised and face swollen from the beating, Yuan Fei couldn't continue the conversation with Nan Mufeng, so he decided to talk to Jian Xi.
The poison had already begun to take effect, every midnight it was unbearably itchy. His wounds from being beaten by Nan Mufeng hadn't healed yet, and now he had added another layer of scratch marks.
He couldn't just wait for death like this in Jiangcheng.
The afternoon sun was warm and the breeze gentle. As usual, Nan Mufeng escorted Jian Xi to the entrance of their residence.
A wave goodbye followed by a parting kiss, Jian Xi slowly walked into the neighborhood.
A person flashed in, blocking her path.
"Yuan Fei?"
