C478 Someone Was Helping Hong Qiuyan

Hong Qiuyan sat on the floor in a daze. The cold feeling was like a vibrant vine growing from the inside out. She concentrated on spreading along the blood vessels and veins, and then drilled into her internal organs.

Feng Zhanbo's words were obviously clear enough. Every word and sentence was to separate the relationship. He repeatedly reminded Hong Qiuyan, "I have nothing to do with you