C1897 Blow the Dog
"Sweetheart," Qin Feng teased as he playfully pinched Chen Bing's cute nose, "if Tian Tong lacked even that bit of insight, do you really think he'd be worthy of standing by my side?"
"Then... why go through all this? Is there another trick up your sleeve?" Chen Bing pressed, her curiosity piqued.
"Of course," Qin Feng replied nonchalantly, lifting his hand to point at the screen. "Take a look.
