Feng Linbai was still nonchalant. His tone was casual as if he was talking about the weather today. "Is it a tiger or a mouse? Don't you have to try to find out?"
Feng Zhiyi's pen stopped in midair and he raised his eyes. "Why are you so impatient now?"
Feng Linbai twirled his fingers. "Because I'm tired of it."
Tired of it, so it was meaningless.
Feng Zhiyi's pen fell on the paper. "Then, I'll wait and see."
Feng Linbai stood up. "Is that the end of the discussion?"
Just as he was about to leave, Feng Zhiyi suddenly said, "If I really want to touch that little girl from the Jiang family, what are you going to do?"
Feng Linbai stopped in his tracks.
He turned around, his eyes cold and his tone cold.
"You can try."
After saying that, he strode away without any hesitation.
Feng Zhiyi's hand paused. The ink dripped onto the paper and became a blotch of ink.
