Hearing his father's words, Feng Wuhao froze just as his panic was about to peak. He took a shaky breath, catching himself, and slowly lowered his gaze to avoid all the eyes on him.
Awkwardly, he raised a hand to his brow, wiping away the nervous sweat that had gathered, feeling his heart rate finally begin to settle:
"I... I apologize... It's just that any defamation to my name is unbearable. I would never, ever do such a thi—" Just as Feng Wuhao was about to finish, his words caught in his throat.
Suddenly, Feng Shen began to chuckle, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're quite the entertainer," he said, his tone laced with mockery:
"At first, I was only toying with you. But seeing your reaction now... it almost feels like you'd actually want me dead."
Feng Shen leaned forward, his laughter fading into a cold smile, daring his older brother to try to deny it.
