Ye Qingfeng's actions naturally made An Yang quite displeased.
An Yang immediately put on a stern face and said in a deep voice: "Are you mocking me for running away, Brother Chen?"
"No, definitely not, Brother An Yang, don't misunderstand..."
Ye Qingfeng repeatedly waved his hand.
Of course, he didn't reveal the reason for his laughter.
"Then what do you mean, Brother Chen?"
Hearing Ye Qingfeng's denial, An Yang's expression improved a lot.
However, he still pressed on, asking why Ye Qingfeng laughed.
"You misunderstood, I wasn't laughing; when I heard about that Intermediate Spirit Beast, I got scared and then choked on my drink, which is why I had such an expression."
Ye Qingfeng explained.
With that, An Yang became less agitated.
If Ye Qingfeng had been mocking him, it would have been a slap in the face in front of everyone, and An Yang would definitely challenge Ye Qingfeng to a duel.
"Brother Yang, he's probably right; I don't think he dares to laugh."
