Feng Yun just looked at her.
"I thought you would ask, 'How is Xiao Rong doing right now? Has she suffered in my hands, has she been humiliated by me? Don't you care about her?'"
She stood half a head taller than Feng Ying, her face cold and dazzling, with a scornful stance that made her seem full of imposing energy.
Feng Ying was slightly taken aback.
"Could it really be that Elder Sister has captured Arong?"
"Not me. Was it you... perhaps?" Feng Yun's mouth curled into a smile, mysteriously chilling to behold.
Feng Ying's heart seized up again.
She felt that Feng Yun had changed somewhat.
Her appearance remained the same, but her disposition was somewhat elusive.
"Is Arong doing well?"
She asked.
But Feng Yun did not wish to answer.
She ignored Feng Ying, her cold gaze landing on Lady Chen.
