Lin Feng's voice was steady, indifferent, as though Fang Yuan's existence or fate was of little concern. Qin Ran took the cup without hesitation.
She drank again, slower this time, as if weighing his words, then set it down.
"Is that so? But that still doesn't answer my question," she said. Lin Feng looked at her briefly.
"It is because your question itself is meaningless to me," he replied. "It holds no importance, so I have no obligation to treat it seriously."
As he spoke, he once again refilled her cup without breaking his calm demeanor.
The strange exchange continued… question, answer, drink, refill like a quiet duel disguised as conversation. Qin Ran observed him carefully.
She was not reckless. If she chose force, she was confident in her own strength. But even now, she did not immediately act.
