When Fang Yicheng heard this, his eyes flickered, and his eyes wandered around Yan Haotian's scarred face.
The corner of his mouth drew an arc of unknown meaning, and then he stretched out his hand to Yan Haotian: "I've heard about you, are you the young master of the Yan family who betrothed Haitang since childhood? But I remember that something happened to the Yan family, I thought Brother Yan also I have already passed away, but I didn't expect to survive. I don't know how brother Yan escaped? How did you pass this time?"
Yan Haotian looked at his outstretched hand expressionlessly, but instead of shaking hands with him, he silently withdrew the hand held by Haitang.
Feng Haitang was anxious about her mother's illness, and hurriedly asked, "Senior brother, how is my mother's illness?"
"Don't worry." Fang Yicheng smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to touch Feng Haitang's hair, his movements and demeanor were very intimate and natural, "Your mother is just suffering from 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, can you accompany me home to meet my father and mother? I am very worried about my mother's illness. Fortunately Now that I have learned medical skills with Miss, I believe that my mother's illness will be cured."
Yan Haotian's eyes were full of sadness and low self-esteem, he opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, those words were swallowed by Feng Haitang's expectant eyes.
Seeing this scene, Fang Yicheng squinted his eyes with an unpredictable expression.
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night.
Yan Haotian sat quietly in front of the candlelight, watching the dancing flames, 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 to be surprised at all, I will come to you?"
Yan Haotian looked at him expressionlessly and didn't speak.
Fang Yicheng didn't feel uncomfortable at all, he closed the door slowly, and walked to sit down opposite him: "Brother Yan, why don't you talk? Do you disdain to talk to me? Or... can't talk?"
Yan Haotian pursed his lips, his eyes were as sharp as a knife.
"Oh... I didn't expect that brother Yan really can't speak anymore!" Fang Yicheng closed the folding fan in his hand, and said with regret: "I thought the rumors I heard were just rumors, but I didn't expect them to be true."
"I heard that Brother Yan didn't die when the Yan family fell. Instead, his cultivation base was abolished, his tongue was cut off, and he was sold to the Colosseum in the ghost market as a slave for fun."
Fang Yicheng shook his head as he said, "Brother Yan was originally the proud son of heaven, with awe-inspiring talent, a huge family background, and a beautiful and outstanding fiancée like Haitang. I really envy others. I didn't expect that he would become a successor in a row. The point where I can't even talk, if I were Brother Yan, I would definitely not be able to overcome such a gap. I would rather die than I would live and be someone else's plaything."
Yan Haotian clenched his hands hanging by his sides into fists.
After a long while, he picked up a pen and wrote a few words on the paper, "What exactly do you want to say?"
Fang Yicheng glanced at the words on the paper, and smiled contemptuously and condescendingly, "Brother Yan is a smart man, so I can speak directly."