C1810 The Last Round of the Draw Competition

"That's good."

Ye Feng was completely relieved.

"Brother Ye, thank you for saving me."

Xiong Tiezhong cupped his hands towards Ye Feng. This time, he had been plotted against by Jiang Jingsong, and the year-end exam should have ended just like that.

"It's nothing. You just need to rest in peace and recuperate."

Ye Feng said to Xiong Tiezhong with a smile