"What? Miss Yue!"
Ling Feng's pupils slightly constricted as he turned his head to stare at Feng Mo, speaking in a deep voice, "Yue Yunlan, Miss Yue?"
"Who else could it be?" Feng Mo replied irritably.
"Feng Mo, make yourself clear." Ling Feng subconsciously grabbed Feng Mo's wrist, asking urgently.
"Brother Feng, let go first! My bones... you're going to crush them!" Feng Mo immediately cried out in pain.
"Sorry, sorry." Ling Feng quickly let go of Feng Mo and asked again, "What happened to Miss Yue?"
"Her, ah!" Feng Mo sighed deeply, "She is about to be snatched away by that Eleventh Prince of the Tianyang Empire!"
"What?" Ling Feng's pupils shrank, "What do you mean by that?"
