You Better Hope That You Won't Need My Help Someday

'Fuck!'

When has he, Feng Feng, ever been treated this way after flattering someone?

Master Fourth Feng was enraged. 'You want to be haughty? I won't serve you then.'

"Fine, Qiao Yaruan, you're alright. You better hope that you won't need my help someday. Otherwise, I'll strangle you to death." Feng Feng pointed at her as he threw these vicious words. He then turned around and left.

Fourth Master Feng's glass heart had shattered onto the ground!

Qiao Yaruan stared at his furious figure and scoffed. She took her books and decided to go back to the dormitory and sleep.

'Ask for his help?'

'Maybe in the next life!'

As it happens, it became very quiet after he left!

An Fengyang was sitting in a tranquil balcony with his laptop on his lap. His hand was still holding his phone despite the fact that the call had ended quite a while ago.