650 Intentional Humiliation

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Fang Yicheng's eyes flickered when he heard the words, and his eyes wandered around Yan Haotian's scarred face.

The corner of his mouth drew an inexplicable arc, and then he stretched out his hand to Yan Haotian: "I've heard of you, the young master of the Yan family who was betrothed to Haitang since he was a child, right? But I remember that the Yan family seemed to be in trouble, and I thought Brother Yan was also He has passed away, but I didn't expect to survive. I don't know how Brother Yan escaped the disaster? How did you pass this time?"

Yan Haotian looked at his outstretched hand expressionlessly, but instead of shaking hands with him, he silently pulled back the hand held by Haitang.

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

"Don't worry." Fang Yicheng smiled slightly, reached out and touched Feng Haitang's hair, her movements and demeanor were very intimate and natural, "Your mother is just a normal worry, as long as you go back and see you, I believe her illness will be cured immediately. Will be fine."

Feng Haitang breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head to look at Yan Haotian and said, "Haotian, let's not go back to Mingyan Valley first, will you accompany me home to see my father and mother? I'm very worried about my mother's illness. Fortunately, Now that I have learned medical skills with the young lady, I believe that my mother's illness will be cured."

Yan Haotian's eyes were full of sadness and inferiority. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, those words were swallowed in Feng Haitang's longing eyes.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yicheng on the side narrowed his eyes, looking unpredictable.

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night.

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

At this moment, the door of the room creaked 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 ambiguous smile, "Brother Yan doesn't seem surprised at all, I will come to you?"

Yan Haotian looked at him blankly and did not speak.

Fang Yicheng didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He slowly closed the door and walked to sit down opposite him: "Brother Yan, why don't you talk? Are you disdainful to talk to me? Or... can't talk?"

Yan Haotian pursed his lips, his eyes sharp as knives.

"Oh... I didn't expect that Brother Yan really couldn't speak!" Fang Yicheng put away the folding fan in his hand and said regretfully, "I thought the rumors I heard were just rumors, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"I heard that when the Yan family fell, Brother Yan didn't die, but was abolished from his cultivation, his tongue was cut off, and he was sold to the Colosseum in the ghost market as a slave for people to play."

Fang Yicheng said, shaking his head, "Brother Yan was originally the favored son of the heavens, with awe-inspiring talent, a huge family background, and a beautiful and excellent fiancée like Haitang, I really envy others. To the point where I can't even talk, if I were Brother Yan, I would never be able to get through such a gap. I would rather die, and I would never live and be someone else's plaything."

Yan Haotian's hands hanging by his side were clenched into fists.

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

Fang Yicheng glanced at the words on the piece of paper, and smiled disdainfully, "Brother Yan is a smart person, so I'll have something to say."

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