Leng Qingtao sneered: "A foolish person who's self-moved by their own idiocy."
Afterward, she took steps forward but suddenly felt her immortal dress snag on something as she passed Chen Changfeng.
Glancing down, the unconscious Chen Changfeng was still clutching her dress.
"With such a tenacious heart, you cannot be left alive." Leng Qingtao felt that if the person before her continued to live, he would surely become a calamity.
She was about to strike down with her palm.
But suddenly, she felt a great terror and immediately retreated some distance.
After she stepped back, looking over again, she noticed a middle-aged man standing next to Chen Changfeng, his head lowered as he looked at the person lying on the ground, and remarked with emotion: "Truly nonsensical."
Gu An felt as if his heart had grown younger.
What nonsense was the other party spouting about trust? When did he ever trust him?
He also didn't understand how the other had conjured up such thoughts.
