"Netherworld, thank you. If not for you just now, I would have fallen to the ground." Feng Qing thanked him and reached out her hand to Netherworld.
Xing Yue raised his eyebrows. He felt awkward as he looked at Feng Qing's hand. If he didn't guess wrong, Netherworld would never shake hands with Feng Qing. Or rather, Netherworld would never shake hands with anyone. However, the next second, Netherworld grabbed Feng Qing's hand and slapped Xing Yue's face with his actions.
Xing Yue looked at Netherworld with a strange expression. He felt that Netherworld had changed into a different person today, one that was different from the usual cold Netherworld.
Feng Qing smiled and shook hands with Netherworld. This man was wearing a leather glove. Someone like him would definitely not easily reveal his fingerprints outside.
