C150 Whether It Was Real or Fake He Was Fighting Inside

Zhang Ningfeng's cold snort made me pause for a moment.

It was imaginable that this was a threat to Kang Zeyu.

I withdrew my consciousness from my drifting memories.

I could sense the cold aura coming from Kang Zeyu's body.

I know, he must be unhappy.

Before he could speak, I grabbed his finger.

I put my face on his shoulder and said with a smile