From the moment they met to now, even if they fought, they had never been as cold and awkward as this moment.
The atmosphere dropped to freezing point, and the little warmth in Feng Yun's heart faded away, leaving her face cold and icy.
"Tell me, what do you want? Maybe I can help you?"
"You help me?" Chunyu Yan's lips curled up disdainfully, and he snorted coldly, "What kind of heart do you have, Feng Twelve? You never cared about me, have you ever cared whether I lived or died?"
"I'm not your mother, why should I care about your life and death..."
"If you wish, I can. Mother!"
"You..."
She was about to speak when Feng Yun suddenly realized the hidden meaning in his previous words.
"What kind of heart do I have?"
"What do you think?" Chunyu Yan approached her, lowered his head, and said in a very low voice, "You are ruthless enough to poison yourself, what would you do to others?"
Feng Yun suddenly lifted her head, her gaze changing slightly.
