As soon as Pei Xingyuan said this, the room fell silent again.
However, this time the silence was tinged with something strange, even Shen Wuzheng's breath hitched, his brow furrowed as he looked at him, Shang Ruyi's pupils seemed to be struck by something intense, violently shaking.
After a long while, Yu Wenye finally said, "You're saying—"
"That, Yu Mingyue, ah."
Compared to the slightly secretive attitude of the others, Pei Xingyuan appeared much more casual, although on the surface, he seemed to be the one suffering the most here. Today, his hand injury was still unhealed, with a few places on his fingertips still wrapped in bandages—had it not been for the concern over his hand injury, Shen Wuzheng wouldn't have been so easily dragged over by him.
