At noon in the Elegant Bamboo Residence, Ye Feng had arrived early and had taken a private room, ordering a selection of exquisite dishes.
Xiao Chuanqi and Sima Zhantian stood behind him like two Vajra warriors of formidable presence, while Seventeen stood guard at the door, fulfilling the duty of an attendant guard.
As for Hong Qingyan, she had been busy setting up a foundation and did not have the time to come over.
Hong Qingyan was kind-hearted. The foundation was the first major task Ye Feng had entrusted to her, so she took it very seriously. Moreover, it was a charity cause she was passionate about, which made her all the more enthusiastic.
Ye Feng didn't say much about this and let her handle it on her own.
The dishes were few, but all were delicate, looking incredibly tasty. However, just as Ye Feng was about to start eating, a noisy and boisterous shouting suddenly came from outside the private room.
