Jiang Feng hurried to Taifeng Building after sending his aunt and two cousins home, and upon his arrival, the place was already filled with quite a few customers.
The moment Jiang Feng stepped into Taifeng Building, he felt like he was being watched.
Not just by one person—it seemed like many eyes were fixed on him the instant he walked in.
Jiang Feng stood still, not daring to make any rash movements.
Ever since he got the script for the business war drama, he had become extremely cautious, always feeling that some crafty individuals were plotting and scheming to usurp his position.
Jiang Feng, why are you standing there?" Ji Yue approached Jiang Feng with several forms in hand, "Just now, several customers asked me if you were working today; they are all waiting for your wontons and yams."
