Ning Feng hung up the phone, casting a look at the two and said, "The security guards will be here soon. If you don't want to embarrass yourselves, you'd better leave now."
An Rong seemed to have thought of something, staring desperately at Ning Feng. "Did my big brother set people up to target our Yang Group?"
Ning Feng raised his eyebrows and replied, "My master hasn't left his room these few days, he doesn't have time for such things."
It seems that what goes around comes around, their master hasn't made a move, yet someone has beat him to it.
"You're lying," An Rong said incredulously, "if it's not my big brother who did it, who else would do such a thing at this critical moment?"
Ning Feng sneered coldly, "I've told you, if you don't believe me, then you might as well stop asking. Instead of making a fuss here, you should figure out who you've offended."
Indeed, one cannot always trust genes. Born from the same parents, how did his master end up with such a foolish sister?
