"Humph, laugh my ass off."
Murong Xue scoffed coldly.
"You're right, I'm laughing at you."
"Ah, you're so mean."
Murong Xue tried to bite Chen Feng's arm, but he cleverly escaped from her clutches and drifted away.
"He ran away again."
Murong Xue stomped her foot but did not chase him, knowing that she could not catch up to Chen Feng.
Chen Feng, feeling quite good about himself, sent Murong Xue 10 million Yuan as soon as he reached his company.
Afterwards, he wandered around the Imperial City, seemingly aimless, but in reality, he was searching for suitable candidates for the Dragon Palace. But to his disappointment, he had found none by nightfall.
After dinner, Chen Feng and Ye Qingqing sat in their room chatting.
Leaning on Chen Feng's shoulder, Ye Qingqing whispered: "Now that we have enough funds, I plan to start building."
"What's your plan?" Chen Feng asked.
