Long Xiyuan was utterly confused, though it seemed to him that the scolding came out of nowhere.
However, after a slight hesitation, he immediately grasped the situation.
He turned to hold Zhi'er's shoulder urgently, asking, "Did you see Fu Xiru in your dream?"
"What did she say? Is there something I don't know?"
Feng Fuce pushed Long Xiyuan away with one swift motion, pulling Zhi'er protectively behind him.
His icy eyes were filled with displeasure.
Especially the moment Long Xiyuan unconsciously touched Zhi'er, the young man's gaze seemed to ignite.
"If you want to know what she said, perhaps you should reflect on yourself and think about what you did for her while she was alive."
Feng Fuce's tone was extremely cold, like thorns piercing into Long Xiyuan's heart.
Long Xiyuan was somewhat startled, staggering a few steps: "So is her strong attachment because she hates me?"
