Pei Zheng was not angered by his words; even his tone remained steady.
"How is your health?"
His first words were to show concern for Zhong Yi's health, but Zhong Yi wasn't deceived by appearances.
Pei Zheng, the eldest son of the Pei Family, was a man with a dark heart and dark hands. While he appeared gentle and calm, there were countless traps waiting for others to fall into.
"Thanks to you, not bad."
Pei Zheng nodded and said, "That's good. I feared your absence on the ninth would lessen the fun."
"On such an important day, even if I had to be carried in on a stretcher, I would still attend. Do you regret not sending more people that night? My grave would be overgrown by now."
"I do regret it a bit. You being alive is a scourge."
Pei Zheng was different from Zhong Lingxiao. Zhong Lingxiao thought Zhong Yi had lost his influence, but Pei Zheng did not underestimate Zhong Yi.
He feared Zhong Yi might rise again from the ashes.
"Too bad you won't have the chance."
