C128 Myosine

Feng Yi's expression turned cold. Looking at Song Rong, the gentleness that had just risen on his face disappeared at this very moment. He sat in front of Song Rong like an ice sculpture, his entire body filled with coldness.

Song Rong promptly explained: "I didn't mean to ask about your private matters. Zhu Herong is my uncle."

Feng Yi's expression became even colder, his phoenix eyes narrowed