Yu Ming shook his head as he continued to look at Gong Zhaohui. Perhaps no one could guess whether he did that because he couldn't believe what he had just heard or simply because he couldn't accept the truth.
Even Wu Jingguo seemed worried, and he quietly placed his palm on Yu Ming's shoulder once more before gently stroking the tense shoulder. Unfortunately, even his warm touch did not succeed in relaxing the tense muscles.
"Why didn't you tell me about it from the start, Gong Zhaohui? Are you happy seeing me as a fool all this time?" As he tried to hold back his anger, Yu Ming questioned the old demon.
He no longer showed any politeness towards the older demon. He could even directly call out the demon's name, and the sharp gaze he kept staring at the man only showed that he didn't want to be polite anymore.
