She wondered if her cover was blown.
But she had to face it sooner or later.
She couldn't run from it forever.
Feng Wu jumped out of the tree and met Feng Xun's gaze.
She was ready to embrace the storm.
Feng Xun stared at Feng Wu like there were flames in his eyes.
"Tell me the truth: Are you Feng Xiaowu of Northern Border City?"
Feng Xun said matter-of-factly, "Aye."
"Aye"? What kind of an answer was that?
Feng Xun wanted to smack her on the head.
"Think very carefully before you answer. Are you really the ugly girl who stole Boss Jun's Immortal Spiritual Fruit?"
Feng Wu said, "Aye."
Stop with the "Aye" already!
"You really are her!"
Feng Wu said, "Yes, really."
Feng Xun said, "Why did you admit it so fast? Aren't you afraid of me?!"
He suddenly felt that he was even more reluctant to face the truth.
How could that be?
