Liang Chenyi stared at Shen Fanxing quietly, feeling that there was nothing to be afraid of.
Anyone who went against Yuan Sichun would lose for a reason.
This woman's thoughts seemed very shallow.
However, it was a terrifying thought.
It looked superficial, but it made one shudder.
"So you were lying to me just now?" he asked, his gaze lingering on the flute in Shen Fanxing's hand.
Now that he thought about it, he vaguely remembered that before Lan Xianxian felt uncomfortable, Shen Fanxing seemed to have done something with the flute…
So that was the secret signal?
Ha.
Sensing his gaze, Shen Fanxing raised an eyebrow and smiled. She twirled the flute twice before placing it to her lips and blowing a loud note.
She seemed to be responding to Liang Chenyi's question.