Yan Feng had never felt so speechless in his life.

Old Deng seemed to be someone who got familiar quickly, and he was quite abstract in his manner. He started prying into Yan Feng's personal affairs right away, as if the next step would be to take out a donation box and ask him to "voluntarily" contribute.

Fortunately, Old Deng hadn't done anything like that so far, which was one of the reasons Yan Feng was still sitting there.

Feeling the need to vent, and since they were strangers anyway, Yan Feng thought for a moment, sighed, and said: