When Fang Yicheng heard this, his eyes flashed, and his eyes were wandering around Yan Haotian's scarred face.

An unknown arc was pulled out of the corner of his mouth, and then he reached out to Yan Haotian: "I have heard of you. You are the young master of the Yan family who has been engaged to Haitang since childhood? But I remember that the Yan family seemed to have encountered an unexpected situation. I thought Brother Yan had passed away, but I didn't expect that he would survive. I wonder how Brother Yan escaped? How did he live this period?"

Yan Haotian looked at his hand that was stretched out expressionlessly, but did not sway with him, but silently pulled back the hand that was held by Haitang.

Feng Haitang was anxious about his mother's condition and asked, "Senior Brother, how is my mother's illness?"

"Don't worry." Fang Yicheng smiled slightly, reached out and touched Feng Haitang's hair, his movements and expressions were extremely intimate and natural, "Your mother is just a common worry. As long as you go back and see you, I believe her illness will be cured soon."

Feng Haitang then breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Yan Haotian and said, "Haotian, let's not go back to Mingyan Valley for now. Can you accompany me home to meet my father and mother? I am very worried about my mother's illness. Fortunately, I have learned medical skills with my lady now, and I believe that my mother's illness will definitely be cured."

Yan Haotian had a deep sadness and inferiority in his eyes. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, all the words were swallowed in Feng Haitang's expectant eyes.

Fang Yicheng, who was beside him, narrowed his eyes and looked unpredictable when he saw this scene.

...

night.

Yan Haotian sat quietly in front of the candlelight, looking at the beating flames without saying a word.

At this moment, the door of the room made a creaking sound and was slowly pushed open.

Yan Haotian looked up and saw Fang Yicheng walking in slowly with a folding fan in his hand.

Facing Yan Haotian's gaze, Fang Yicheng showed an unknown smile, "Brother Yan doesn't seem to be surprised at all. Will I come to find you?"

Yan Haotian looked at him expressionlessly and didn't say anything.

Fang Yicheng was not at all uncomfortable, and slowly closed the door, walked to the opposite side of him and sat down: "Why didn't Brother Yan talk? Do you disdain to talk to me? Or... can't speak?"

Yan Haotian pursed his lips, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"Oh... I really didn't expect that Brother Yan really couldn't speak!" Fang Yicheng put away the folding fan in his hand and said as if he was regretful: "I thought the rumors I heard were just rumors, but I didn't expect that they were true."

"I heard that when the Yan family was in decline, Brother Yan did not die, but was abolished by someone, his tongue was cut off, and he sold it to the Colosseum of the Ghost Market to be a slave for people to have fun."

Fang Yicheng said, shook his head, "Brother Yan was originally a pride of heaven, with awesome talent, a huge family background, and a beautiful and outstanding fiancée like Haitang, who is really envious of others. Unexpectedly, he became a waste that could not even speak. If I were Brother Yan, I would definitely not be able to survive. I would rather die than live and be someone else's plaything."

Yan Haotian's hands hanging beside him clenched into fists.

After a while, he picked up the pen and wrote a few words on the paper, "What the hell do you want to say?"

Fang Yicheng looked at the words on the paper, smiled disdainfully and high above, "Brother Yan is a smart person, so I have something to say."
Chapter completed!