"What exactly do you mean by that?" Wang Meng felt his brain truly wasn't up to the task and couldn't fathom Lin Feng's real intention, but in the end, he couldn't help but ask it out loud; he felt if he didn't get this question out, he would certainly suffocate from the tension, because what he cared about most was the matter concerning his idol, Quinn.
"Actually, I meant to say that all those knives were collected." Lin Feng looked at Wang Meng, speaking very casually, as if the matter really had nothing to do with him at all.
