Unfortunately, he didn't get a clear view.
"Don't tell me you've been bewitched by Miss Mu's beauty again?" Shen Yifei's mind has holes.
Of all things to say, he had to step on his own landmine.
"Get out." Bo Fengheng's face indeed darkened as he hurled an ashtray at him.
"Ah, ah, ah, I was just joking, my lord, have mercy..." Shen Yifei quickly covered his head and admitted his mistake, narrowly dodging the terrible projectile.
"My lord, I fear they might resort to despicable means, you..." Ye Ying, concerned for Shen Yifei's careless attitude, couldn't hide his anxiety.
He had heard enough to trust his own judgment.
That Ghost-Faced Man was hinting at them.
"You just take care of her; leave the rest to me," Bo Fengheng interrupted, spitting out the words.
But saying it out loud, he realized there was something off about his own words, and a wave of annoyance hit him. He felt he might be incurably cheap.
