Who did Feng Ling love most?
Huo Yuhao could not be bothered to consider that question. When Feng Ling first answered Zhongli Wu, he had not thought anything was amiss, but the more he listened, the more puzzled he became.
He could actually understand why Feng Ling did not love Zhongli Wu. How many married couples in the world merely shared a bed? Not to mention that Zhongli Wu controlled Feng Ling through special means. There was no affection between them to speak of.
Who did Feng Ling love most? The answer could have been Nangong Wan, the Third Elder, or even the Dragon Emperor Douluo, Long Xiaoyao. Unexpected, perhaps, but at least within the bounds of reason.
But that person absolutely should not have been Yan Shaozhe.
That was something he could puzzle over a hundred times without finding an answer.
During his time at Shrek Academy, Huo Yuhao had heard vague rumors about the romantic history of the four deans. Only now did he realize how profoundly he had underestimated the absurdity of reality.
After a brief moment of shock, he observed everyone's reactions while listening to the flat voice's questions.
"No noise. Two lashes as punishment," the flat voice said coldly. Two more crisp cracks rang out, leaving two bloody welts on Xian Lin'er's back. "Do it again, and the punishment will keep increasing."
Qian Duoduo looked at Xian Lin'er with concern. "Lin'er, are you all right?"
Xian Lin'er calmed down, but deep anger still lurked in her voice. "Old Qian, I'm fine."
Under the pressure of the flat voice, Qian Duoduo also kept quiet for the moment, but inwardly, he kept cursing the absent Yan Shaozhe.
Although he and Xian Lin'er had been married for decades, they remained husband and wife in name only. When they