The response he got was a few more knocks. It didn't sound urgent at all, nor did the visitor seem inclined to afford him with a verbal reply.
Cheng Zhou finished packing up and walked to the door.
He wasn't worried about getting assassinated, not here. This was the Qin Residence, after all, and the young lady of the house was so treasured that the place was positively teeming with security personnel.
He stepped out into the hall and spotted a servant standing a few feet away. Cheng Zhou swung the door closed, only to find Cheng Yan leaning against the wall next to the door frame.
He took a drag on his cigarette and blew out a smoke ring. He raised an eyebrow at Cheng Zhou.
Despite his silence, Cheng Yan was able to convey his sentiments.
He was not happy.
With anything, at all.
"What? Are you afraid I would have your pretty little girlfriend investigated?" Cheng Zhou smirked, and it lit up his perfectly cut features.
