However, Ji Yan's words left a thorn in Fan Cheng's heart. It was because he understood the personality of his master that he was not sure if he would be killed to keep his mouth shut.
Fan Cheng kept taking deep breaths to prepare himself mentally. Ji Yan was lying to him. What he said was not true at all. But even so, his eyes were still stained with some anxiety. He knew he was afraid, so afraid that his legs were weak. Fan Cheng raised his head and looked at Ji Yan, forcing a smile. "Mr. Ji, you don't have to scare me like this, do you?" He did not dare to look into Ji Yan's eyes, so he looked at the ground and said with a pale face, "we'll be lenient if we confess, but we don't have anything to explain. We've already said what we need to say. What else can we do?"
