Chen Feiyu leaned back in his chair and said lightly, "If anyone speaks ill of you behind your back, I will do the same."
"I don't need you to," Liu Tianfeng retorted with a scoff, though her eyes lit up, a warm wave of pleasure washing over her. She proactively poured Chen Feiyu a glass of red wine.
Chen Feiyu raised his glass and drained it in one gulp. It was thoroughly gratifying, and it swept away much of the anger he had just felt upon hearing Zhang An and the others badmouth Han Muqing.
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