Zhan Yun saw Feng Lingxue in a daze and immediately burst into laughter, "Why should I deal with Zhan Jiawei's issue?"
Feng Lingxue stuttered, "Don't we have a bet?"
Zhan Yun chuckled, "What we bet with Feng Haiyong was whether he could rescue Zhan Jiawei or not. If he could, he wins; if not, I win."
Then Zhan Yun spread his hands, "This bet has nothing to do with whether I rescue Zhan Jiawei or not."
"Uh…" Feng Lingxue opened her mouth wide, looking at Zhan Yun, puzzled.
Feng Lingxue didn't know about the bad blood between Zhan Yun and Zhan Jiawei, and even less she knew that the uncle had taken the money from Zhan Yun's parents. For many years, Zhan Yun had never mentioned this to anyone else.
Therefore, Feng Lingxue thought that as long as Zhan Yun rescued Zhan Jiawei, the problem would be solved.
But now it seemed that was not the case.
