Xia Ling could feel Wei Wei trembling. After all, she was only a young girl, how could she not feel afraid in the face of such a scene? Even Xia Ling herself was afraid — the people pointing the guns at them looked cold and callous, their hands were steady and aiming straight at their vitals.
Li Lei used to tell Xia Ling about the difference between show-off gunmen and actual killers. Thus, she knew without a doubt that those standing before her were real and experienced killers.
Xia Ling took deep breaths and told herself to stay cool.
Young Master Feng leaned on the chaise lounge as if nothing was happening. He gave no care about the two guns that were pointed at him and spoke incredibly calmly, "Very professional bodyguards I see. The way they dealt with the situation so efficiently and precisely is truly admirable."
He raised the porcelain wine cup. "Here's a toast to the both of you."
