"Awake?"
"And you are?" He Changfeng sat up, looking a bit confused at Wen Yan, and the two others beside him who radiated immense pressure.
"My name's Wen Yan. I'm the one who woke you. There are some things I want to ask you."
"Can I ask a few questions first?"
"Go ahead."
"How long have I been dead?"
"Ten years. Almost eleven."
"What about my wife?"
"She's doing well—actually, she's loaded now."
He Changfeng let out a sigh of relief.
"Aren't you curious how she's doing? How she got so rich? What if she remarried?"
"Not asking. As long as she's good, that's enough. Asking too much isn't good." He Changfeng gave a small smile.
Wen Yan was a bit surprised. Damn, he could fake his words, but the resentment left in his soul—the part that hadn't been cleansed—couldn't be faked.
No wonder Liu Qiying is so loyal to him.
