"I have, but not really." Ye Feng joked.
Yu Fengsheng did not seem to understand the meaning of this sentence. Her beautiful gaze flickered. "What do you mean by that?"
Ye Feng thought for a while before replying. "Do you remember the cast on his right hand?"
Yu Fengsheng nodded.
"It was me."
"???"
"You helped him put on a cast?"
"No, his guild members wanted to snatch something from me. Then, he and his guild members were beaten up by me."
As Ye Feng spoke, he briefly described what happened after he bought the painting by the artist, and how he encountered the golden team from the Funeral Organization.
Yu Fengsheng finally reacted, and her eyes were filled with surprise. "Looks like my hunch was right."
"Wherever you are, there will be a lot of fun."