Fang Qingyu lifted the cup of clear tea in front of him, sipping gently with a relaxed posture.
Da Lei's gaze settled on Fang Qingyu.
He was silent for a moment before finally breaking the tea room's tranquility:
"Did you purposely make such a scene last night just for me to see it?"
Fang Qingyu's hand paused slightly as he held the teacup and looked up at Da Lei.
A hint of innocent surprise appeared on his face: "Why would you say that? I don't quite understand what you're talking about."
Da Lei's face darkened by several shades.
He stared at Fang Qingyu, his tone hardening with suppressed irritation: "Don't understand? With your combat strength, you could've finished them off long ago. Did you need to wait until he escaped, transformed into that disgusting meat mountain, and created such a spectacle? If not for me, then who?"
