บท 1070: The Crematorium

Ning Shen's fox-like eyes, which had been sleepy just moments before, instantly sharpened as he glared at Feng Jue. "Are you, the future Family Head Feng, very free?"

Since Feng Xuan's imprisonment and the ensuing chaos within the Feng family, Feng Jue had stepped into the spotlight. All the prominent families in the capital recognized him as the talented son of the late Feng family's patriarch, who had died young.

With the Feng family teetering on the brink of collapse due to the Dream Seeking Group's assault, there were only two choices left: the direct descendants could go bankrupt and see their century-old family decline, or they could accept Feng Jue as their leader and fight to the bitter end.

Feng Jue smiled. "No matter how busy you are, you still find time to accompany your girlfriend. It's normal not to understand."

He was openly mocking Ning Shen for being single. A person as deranged as him didn't deserve a wife.