Chen Feng had no idea what Yan Xiaoluo was thinking behind him, and just hopped in a taxi to hurry to Zhao Li's place.
Zhao Li had just finished taking a shower and was sitting on the sofa, looking over some documents.
Chen Feng's sudden entry startled Zhao Li quite a bit.
Zhao Li stared at Chen Feng, still shaken, and patted her majestic frame as she said, "You scared me to death, you bad guy. You didn't even knock when entering. Hey, wait, I remember locking the door from the inside. How did you get in?"
"Do you think those locks are any use against me?"
Chen Feng said with a smile.
"Well, that's true," Zhao Li realized, remembering that Chen Feng was a cultivator.
"What are you looking at so late at night?" Chen Feng asked curiously.
