"Fine, evening it is then."
Chen Feng decisively released Qin Yao.
Qin Yao was stunned, feeling as if she had been teased by Chen Feng, her emotions in disarray.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got, kicking Chen Feng before leaving the room.
Chen Feng touched his nose, smiled, and thought Qin Yao looked quite adorable like this.
Half an hour later, after everyone had finished breakfast and was ready to leave for the office,
someone arrived at the door.
The visitor was dressed in a white robe, about fifty years old, with a wine gourd hanging at his waist, looking like an ancient swordsman who had traveled through time, his demeanor dashing.
"Are you Young Master Chen?"
The person stared at Chen Feng and slowly spoke.
"Yes, who are you?"
Chen Feng stared back at the newcomer.
The visitor smiled slightly and said, "I come from the Palace of Wuyou, named Gu Jianzi."
"A pleasure to meet you, do you mind telling me what brings you here?"
Chen Feng asked.
