Feng Qingyang smiled as he looked at the girl below, still with such a calm smile, as if Guan Meiqi's words just now didn't affect her at all.
Her gaze was tranquil, her hands and feet showed not a hint of panic, as if the challenge was meant for someone else.
It seemed like it wasn't her own life that was at stake.
Too calm.
"Didn't Han Xiao call today, saying a friend needed my help? Apparently, this woman is Fang Shaohan's woman. I thought Han Xiao was joking. So I told him, if she's Fang Shaohan's woman, she should have the capability to find me, so I gave him this address," Feng Qingyang whispered to the host beside him, as Gu Xiaoqing put down the dart in her hand.
Qu Yang was stunned for a moment, and his heart couldn't help but feel light and buoyant.
I knew it, I knew it.
She's not the kind of woman who loves vanity.
Look at my insight; how could the goddess in my heart be that kind of person?
