As the glasses settled back on his nose, Feng Mu's face returned to that gentle, trusting smile that made him so approachable.
Li Shang watched Feng Mu change expressions three times in a single second, his own thoughts spinning before he obediently sat down on the sofa.
His mind couldn't help but recall the scene when Feng Mu first visited his home as a guest.
He sighed inwardly:
"Indeed, he's still the madman I know; no matter how well he disguises himself, he can't hide the madness within him.
But madmen are good; they truly open their hearts and share secrets with friends!"
After all, what normal friend would openly reveal whom they want to kill in front of you?
Isn't this an extreme form of trust!
Li Shang saw Feng Mu's earlier behavior as a complete lack of defense between friends, and felt warm enough to blurt out:
