Mao Feng was guilty to begin with. When he saw Chen Yue, he froze and forced a smile. "I just came to take a look."
Chen Yue had no intention of putting down the knife in her hand. "You don't have to play dumb to demur with me. If I came any later, your hand would have reached into the money bag."
If it was in the past, Mao Feng would not be afraid of Chen Yue at all. Even if she had a knife, it would be useless. Mao Feng could make her lie on the ground with a spell.
However, Mao Feng's energy had yet to recover. After being sucked dry by Yunbao, his body was almost exhausted. It would take a lot of time to recover.
Chen Yue was getting crazier and crazier. No one could guarantee that her knife wouldn't fall. Mao Feng didn't want to die yet, so he naturally had to please her.
"I originally came to see how I could help you. Devon has already given you the potion. The most important thing now is to let Xiao Jing drink it," Mao Feng said.
