"You... you..." Originally, Yun Feng's face was flushed from drinking, but now, enraged, he had gone deathly pale, without a trace of color, "How dare you? What does the matter of the living have to do with the dead? How dare you?"
Jian Shichu sneered coldly, "What does the affair between you and Cici have to do with Qingyang? How did you dare?"
"You... you..." Yun Feng, shaking all over with rage, his face as white as a sheet, was unable to articulate a complete sentence.
In the past, he was afraid of Jian Shichu, and that's why he couldn't break through the barriers Jian Shichu had set up to see Ye Qingci.
But since his father's death, he suddenly found himself fearing nothing.
So what if he died?
Was it not just a life?
After all, he didn't want to live anymore.
Before dying, he wanted to live as his heart desired for a few days, to go out with a bang.
If he died, he died.
If he wasn't afraid of death, what else could he fear?