Shen Yiling's eyes were filled with resentment after she heard Shi Fengju's answer.
"So I was correct in the end?"
Her fists were clenched tightly and her nails dug in her palm. However, she didn't seem to feel any pain.
For a moment, her voice seemed to be so vicious that Shi Fengju thought that he was talking someone else not Shen Yiling. Startled he couldn't help but call out Shen Yiling's name.
"Yiling"
Shen Yiling also realized that she behaved differently just now.
She pretended to clear her throat and easily gave an excuse.
"Sorry, Brother Fengju. Actually my throat is a little sore."
Shi Fengju's worried voice immediately came from the other side
"Sore throat? Have some warm water."
Shen Yiling hummed in a low voice but Shi Fengju could sense the despair in that small response. He sighed softly and said
