Jiang Feng noticed his ferocity only gradually faded after leaving the bar.
He usually wouldn't behave so ruthlessly like an executioner.
But Dongfang Hui had really gone too far, and Jiang Feng had waited for this moment for a full six hundred years. Now that he finally had his revenge, it was like a long-held obsession had been fulfilled.
On the highway, he took out the phone Uncle Fu had given him and dialed Nangong Qingcheng's number.
On the other end, Nangong Qingcheng was shocked to hear Jiang Feng's voice: "Jiang Feng, where are you now? How can you make a call?"
Wasn't Jiang Feng supposed to be in custody? How could he use a phone?
"I'm fine now, where are you guys?" Jiang Feng asked calmly.
He's fine!
When those two words came from Jiang Feng's mouth, Nangong Qingcheng burst into tears instantly!
After a whole day of anxiety and doubt over the decision to wait patiently, wondering if it was right or wrong.
