Yin Li suddenly understood. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I thought it was because he used to like you—"
"So what?" Feng Yang chuckled. "I don't have Stockholm syndrome. How could I possibly go easy on someone who wanted to kill me? It's only because he poses no threat to me now."
Feng Yang could distinguish between exploitation and sympathy, but he was afraid Yin Li could not. After all, the living Yin Li was not a vengeful ghost. They had not known each other for long, and Yin Li had yet to develop that unspoken understanding with him.
That was why Feng Yang was willing to patiently explain these things to Yin Li. He did not like Yin Li misunderstanding him, nor did he want Yin Li to be unhappy.
Yin Li noticed this as well, and his faintly gloomy, uncertain emotions vanished at once.
As they spoke, Yin Li's phone suddenly rang. It was his Second Uncle, calling eagerly to ask whether Feng Yang's internship at Capital Television Station had already been finalized.
Yin Li asked in surprise, "How did you know, Second Uncle?"
Then he immediately realized. "What did you say to the station director, Second Uncle?"
Yin Zhengyi did not deny it. Smiling, he said, "Feng Yang is, after all, the lifesaver of our Yin family. Besides, his qualifications are excellent. Capital Television Station needs newcomers like him."
Sitting across from Yin Li, Feng Yang could clearly hear Yin Zhengyi's reply from the other end of the call. He had not expected Yin Zhengyi to act so quickly. Judging from his attitude yesterday, Yin Zhengyi seemed rather dismissive of the Feng Family. In front of the neighbors, he had offered to help Feng Fei transfer jobs. After Feng Yang politely declined, he immediately contacted