Feng Yexuan's head felt like it was splitting, gripping the chair with five fingers, constantly tightening.
Finally, with a crack, a large piece of the chair was ripped off by him, crumbling to powder on the ground.
"Prince!" Outside, Leng Ji hurriedly rushed in, "Prince, Miss Feng, she..."
"Why do I have to have her and no one else?"
Feng Yexuan waved a hand, striking the chair with his palm.
Dust filled the air!
The already shabby chair instantly turned into a pile of powder.
After the strike, Feng Yexuan's headache slightly alleviated, but it was still extremely uncomfortable.
He needed to find Fen Ling back. Watching Fen Ling leave made his headache uncontrollable!
What does this mean?
In the depths of Feng Yexuan's eyes, the chill became more intense!
Leng Ji was too terrified to even take a breath.
Feng Yexuan's gaze finally landed on him.
Leng Ji was startled, quickly said, "Prince, your eyes..."
His eyes were a crimson color, as if possessed!
"Prince..."
