"You also know this matter is different," Feng Yunyan spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, her somewhat sanctified face remaining serene—as if these words were not spoken by her at all.
But such words irritated those who heard them; to a man like Zhou Yan, this was an outright slap in the face.
"Now, of course, you are free to say whatever you like, but I, Zhou Yan, have taken note of this."
Zhou Yan stared at Feng Yunyan, his expression slightly icy, his tone naturally cold as well.
"Whether you take note or not is of no concern to me. I am here this time simply to fulfill my own wishes. Zhou Lingzhe, you can do as you please now."
Feng Yunyan maintained her unfathomable expression, her white clothes as pure as a fairy descending from the heavens, but at this moment, she made Zhou Yan feel worse than ever before.
Zhou Yan thought himself entirely incomparable to someone as shameless as Lun Wuchi.