C280 Roots of Hatred

"What happened to the things I asked you to do?" Meng Xingtian turned to Xing Mo Yang, a thick hatred filling his eyes. He no longer needed to pretend.

"I can't do it, I've already handed it over." Xing Mo Yang calmly said, his face expressionless.

"What?" Meng Xingtian was starting to panic.

He believed that Xing Moyang wasn't intentionally suppressing him