All eyes turned back to Bo Jinxiu. His face was unreadable, but the air around him had turned chillingly cold. The room fell silent. Meanwhile, Jiang Ciyou had failed to coax the answers she wanted out of Yan Feng before he passed out again, his body slumping against hers like a dead weight. She had no choice but to half-carry him out of the bustling lounge of Fanhua. The men inside watched Bo Jin