"Okay, okay, Brother Feng, I'll handle it right away."
Zhao Shen immediately took out his communicator and called his underlings, instructing them to bring the beauty to this inn.
After the call, Zhao Shen said, "Brother Feng, they're already on their way and will arrive in a few minutes."
"Good."
Chen Feng remained expressionless, giving nothing away about his thoughts.
The young man appeared frantic, yet didn't dare to confront Chen Feng, standing frozen and at a loss.
Before long, Zhao Shen's underling arrived, accompanied by a girl.
The girl was pale but strikingly attractive, her large, bright eyes captivating.
"Sister."
The sight of the girl immediately flustered the young man.
"Xiaojie, you..."
The girl gritted her teeth, looking both angry and powerless.
"Sister, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
The young man's eyes reddened.
"What's the use of apologizing now? It's all too late," the girl said bitterly.
