"Is her illness related to you?"
Chen Feng asked with a smile.
At this statement, Fan Dahao was stunned for a moment, then he curled his lip and shot Chen Feng an unwilling glance, saying with displeasure, "How could her being sick have anything to do with me? You're quite the character. I'm not the God of Plague—how could I make her sick?"
"Oh, is that so?"
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes lightly and asked indifferently.
"Nonsense, of course, it is!"
Fan Dahao glared fiercely at Chen Feng, then disdainfully said, "If you have nothing of importance, then beat it already, or don't blame me for being rude! I may not dare to mess with Mu Dongcheng, but I can still teach his people a lesson—it's a perfect opportunity for revenge for last time!"
"Are you sure?"
Chen Feng smiled, but suddenly his smile vanished and his expression turned ice-cold.
At the same time, a formidable invisible pressure was released from within Chen Feng.
