Nan Zhifeng watched his retreating figure, puzzled. She thought that after three years, the old hatred and misunderstandings should have dissipated like smoke in the air, especially since she had later found evidence of Ye Mingyao's crimes and had him brought to justice.
Everyone knew that the real person who plotted against Xiaofeng was him, not Di Lingzhi.
So, all those grudges should have been resolved.
Even if there were still some lingering hard feelings, even if they couldn't return to the past, was there really a need to remain enemies?
Why did he still harbor such deep hatred for her?
Nan Zhifeng couldn't figure it out no matter how much she thought about it.
"It's sickening, damn it," Di Lingzhi cursed as he wiped the blood from his face, his teeth clenched in anger, "One day, I will return all this resentment."
"You shut up," Gu Fenghua scolded, "You manage to stir up trouble even when attending a simple banquet."
