The atmosphere grew heavy.
Xin Lin sighed inwardly.
Feng Xi and Ziyue, they were both extremely important friends to her.
It's a pity, Feng Xi is a person from the Taichang Holy Institute.
According to Pride Corpse, people from the Taichang Holy Institute and people like them are destined not to last long.
"Feng... eat... delicious..."
Xin Lin wanted to say something, but beside her, Chu Beiqing had already pulled Feng Xi's monk robe and stuffed the Spiritual Delicacy Buns made by Xin Lin into Feng Xi's hands.
The buns were freshly made by Xin Lin, still steaming hot and warm in the hand.
Feng Xi felt a warmth in his heart.
In this world, those who dared to give him buns were only this father and daughter.
The higher the status, the fewer people around him.
This is why Feng Xi hadn't told Xin Lin his true identity until now.
"Feng Xi, I need to ask you a favor. Someone wants to kill my father. I can't keep an eye on him during the day, can you help me watch him?"
