Lu Hang looked up, his expression somewhat dull, a large bandage plastered across his handsome face, the bruising beneath had not yet dissipated, implying he had taken a severe beating.
Luo SuiFeng looked at him, self-reproaching.
"Lu Hang, I'm so sorry that you got dragged into this mess."
"It's fine," Lu Hang said indifferently before seamlessly changing the subject, "You've been in the hospital these past few days, so you probably don't know yet, but the voice of "Song of the Demon" is the floral demon's, and it's already been leaked."
"What?!" Luo SuiFeng sat up sharply, agitated, "Qianxun promised me she wouldn't leak this matter."
Veins throbbed on Luo SuiFeng's face as if he were about to explode.
Lu Hang watched Luo SuiFeng's reaction, suddenly feeling a wave of desolation wash over him.
