Ye Fengsheng said, "This is how the cats kill them. Now I just need to read it and they will die."
Even though there was still doubt in his eyes, since Ye Fengsheng said so, the Vermilion Bird could no longer pursue the matter. He could only agree, hastily heading towards the door. As he passed, he reached for the cup of tea, taking a sip before Ye Fengsheng.
Don't mind if anything was added in the tea, that's to show loyalty, and don't miss the tea Ye Fengsheng poured himself.
Ye Fengsheng turned around, gazing at the sky, like a blood-red dawn. His pupils showed signs of long-term fatigue.
