บท 457: He Can Still Not Be Blamed

“I've tried to give you a chance.”

Huh...?

At that moment, a familiar voice resounded in the silent room after Zhu-Ling had finished speaking to Ming-Wang. Zhu-Ling knew whose voice it was, and it gave him goosebumps.

“Yo… Young… Young Master Zheng-Fu?”

As he spoke, Zhu-Ling's face was extremely distorted because he had just said something he should not have said. And, of course, he knew the end of this matter well, but he would not give up and be judged alone.

“It's not what Young Master thinks. It's not what you heard,” Zhu-Ling said, turning left and right to look for where Zheng-Fu was.

But no matter how hard he looked, he could not find Zheng-Fu at all. However, at that moment, Zheng-Fu's figure slowly appeared where he had previously stood. Actually, Zheng-Fu had not gone anywhere; he had been standing here since the beginning. And seeing him walk away was just an illusion.