Upon hearing this, Qi Yu was so shocked that he choked on the tea he had yet to swallow, "A corpse?"
Feng Yue nodded slightly, his face impassive as he said, "The one on top is a man's corpse."
Qi Yu hurriedly set down the teacup, her expression beyond shock, and asked, "How can a man's corpse just appear out of nowhere in the Grandmaster Residence?"
Feng Yue himself was puzzled by this question. He shook his head, indicating that he had nothing to disclose.
Liu Wensheng had stopped coughing, but Feng Yue kept patting his back intermittently. Liu raised his hand to stop Feng Yue's motions.
Feng Yue looked even more forlorn as Liu Wensheng asked with a headache, "What exactly are you so upset about?"
He still had no idea what he'd said wrong to put Feng Yue in such a lasting sullen mood.
Feng Yue mumbled for a while before he lowly muttered, "You don't need me anymore."
