At Xia Mu's friendly gaze, Mingfei smiled charmingly. The two men and a woman surrounding Feng Yi were expressionless. Mengdie, on the other hand, appeared peaceful, filled with a spiritual grace. She was quietly observing...
Yes, all that Xia Mu had said wasn't wrong. The enemy's enemy is indeed a friend. That's the unchanging truth since ancient times. Besides, their interests might not be in conflict. If so, Feng Yi's situation would become extremely awkward.
"Well, your thinking is good, but I have a different opinion."
"What opinion?"
"The enemy's enemy is not necessarily a friend."
