Seeing Ning Fan not replying, just staring at him, the Black Dragon closed his eyes sullenly, not letting his true thoughts be exposed.
"You little rascal, you're pretending to be clueless while actually knowing everything."
Ning Fan sneered inwardly, then stretched lazily and yawned, "Speaking of it, I really am a bit tired."
At this moment, the Black Dragon opened his eyes and said harshly, "What are you doing?"
Ning Fan's smile instantly turned grim, and he said with a stern expression, "Say it again."
"I..."
The Black Dragon's tone faltered, slightly panicked, "I didn't say anything."
Ning Fan wasn't fooled, his mood unpredictable as he asked, "From what you said just now, it seemed like you were accusing me?"
"No... no, I didn't mean that."
Feeling the pain intensifying again, the Black Dragon hurriedly shook his head.
Ning Fan smiled faintly, "Why did you shout so loudly? What did you mean?"
"I..."
