"You're here to comfort me? To see me make a fool of myself?" When Qian Mu heard Yan Cangfeng's words, he suddenly let out a soft laugh. This laughter caused Yan Cangfeng to feel extremely uncomfortable in his ears.
"I remember that at the beginning, you said that you were going to leave... then what about now?" Yan Cangfeng asked. Qian Mu was stunned. Seeing that his face was calm, his eyes darkened.
"I still have some matters to settle. Once I settle them, I will leave." Qian Mu's fingers tapped on the table, thinking that he did not know just how far he could hold on. Actually, he had already contacted the old beggar. Whether he would leave or not, it was all up to him. It was just that she was unwilling to let Ming Ruofan suffer the cold poison. Moreover, she had already promised him
