Feng Yueming's expression was cold and inscrutable; no one could guess what he was thinking at that moment.
Ruo Ling continued, "You said that you got better in the past because you drank Su Zhishui's blood, but can you be certain? I saw Mi Yao feeding you her blood with my own eyes, I was there the whole time, there could be no mistake, so I think it's necessary for you to figure out what exactly happened."
There was no need to figure it out, Feng Yueming knew that Su Zhishui had lied. Fifteen years ago, it was Mi Yao who had saved him. It was just that at the time, he had been unconscious, and then the Su Family had taken him onto their carriage. When he woke up, Su Zhishui had created a deception that fooled him.
All these years, he had thought Su Zhishui had saved his life; the real savior was... Mi Yao.
"What exactly is the deal with Su Fu?" asked Ruo Ling.
Su Fu, ah...
