"Master!"
Fuuma Jianwu's face was red as she instinctively hugged Ye Feng's arm and said shyly, "This is the second floor, the people on the opposite floor can see us through the floor-to-ceiling windows."
"Don't be afraid!" Ye Feng did not care at all, he smiled. "This is Cohen's VIP room, how could they not consider such a small matter? Don't worry, these floor-to-ceiling windows are all one-way, the other side cannot see inside…"
"Moreover, those who can enter the VIP room are all elites of Fog City!"
"Unless there's an order, it's impossible for any random person to barge in recklessly. Don't worry!"
"Dong dong dong!" Ye Feng had just placed his hand on her shoulder when a rhythmic knock sounded on the door.
Ye Feng could only let go of Fuuma Jianwu. He frowned. "Please come in!"
The door opened, and Argyll Hanson, who was wearing a tuxedo, walked in.
"Ye Feng!"
