“Tell me how much you know about him.”
Yun Xiangxiang looked at Fei Ming, whose face was flushed red. He was so nervous that the veins on his neck were popping out. His body could not help but tremble. Yun Xiangxiang believed that everything he said was true.
Fei Ming had fallen from the clouds. He had been a little depressed for the past few years. He had enjoyed the attention of more than ten thousand people, and then he sank into a low point.
Either he was filled with self-pity, or he was unwilling to be an ordinary person. Either he was determined to catch up, or his personality was extremely gloomy and twisted.
Clearly, Fei Ming belonged to the second category. Because he had once stood too high, he believed that he could still reach another peak. Therefore, he became fond of digging deeper and also wanted to seize every opportunity to soar to the sky once again.
