Leng Feng looked at Jiang Che, and maybe it was just his imagination, but he felt that when Jiang Che spoke, those cat-eye stone-like pupils shimmered with a hint of moisture.
He always thought that side would try to morally coerce Jiang Che under the guise of being his family.
Jiang Che had always fantasized about having a family; that identity was easy to exploit.
But now, it seemed like there wasn't one.
Those eyes seemed about to cry—tears had filled them, but somehow flowed back into his body.
Leng Feng thought, those must be the hottest tears in the world.
"Ning won't use me. Without a family, I'm just an ordinary person."
"You don't have much time left." Jiang Che looked at Leng Feng. "I'm telling the dungeon this chain of information simply because Ning has too many enemies. I want to give the other Lords some trouble."
"On this point, our goals are aligned." Jiang Che spoke seriously.
"Not much time left?… What do you mean?"
