For Ye Qingcheng, although the man in front of her looked a bit odd and ragged in appearance and behavior, she did not mind.
Ren Feifan's kin were her kin.
She didn't mind his smell at all, even took out a wet wipe to carefully clean him.
Ren Feifan glanced at Ye Qingcheng, and nodded appreciatively.
He knew Ye Qingcheng's character, what she did was not for show, but it came from the heart.
Turning around, Ren Feifan's face regained its chill, he stepped onto the stage, and went straight to Zhao Xinyi.
"This banquet, should be arranged against me, right? The show was prepared for me too, wasn't it? Now that I have come and watched it, isn't it time to settle accounts!"
Ren Feifan extended his arm and grabbed Zhao Xinyi by the neck!
Zhao Xinyi only felt her breath being strangled!
This was the first time she was so close to death!
She struggled, overcome by fear, raspingly yelled, "Attack!"
