At this moment, Hua Yunliang felt extremely cold, as if he was about to freeze completely. Was it his own hands trembling, or were it Ye Feifei's arms?
However, it soon ceased to matter, for he saw the tears Ye Feifei had long repressed spilling uncontrollably, like a flood breaking its banks.
Ye Feifei continued to stare fixedly at Hua Yunliang, asking word by word, "Tell me... what is this urgent matter you speak of? What exactly is it?"
Ye Feifei's question was exceptionally calm!
Hua Yunliang lowered his gaze once again, swallowing unnaturally, finding himself in a difficult position. After all, the matter concerning Bei Lingfeng was severely painful, and without his permission, it wasn't right to speak of it to others haphazardly. He was a man, he understood men, and his brother's most valued thing was his honor as a man. Therefore, he simply couldn't explain, and after a long pause, he finally responded:
