After returning to the Hong Family estate from the Yingge Clubhouse, the night was deep, and the moon hung high on the branches.
However, the reception hall in front of the Hong estate was still brilliantly lit.
Old Master Hong had not gone to bed and was personally keeping company with a guest in the living room, which suggested that the guest held a high status.
Ye Feng was unconcerned about these matters and planned to have Hong Qingyan push him back to the rear courtyard attic.
Just then, Hong Zhenguo hurriedly came out, his tone somewhat solemn, "Mr. Ye, a guest is looking for you, someone from the Martial Alliance."
Ye Feng's expression remained unchanged as he asked indifferently, "Someone from the Martial Alliance? From the Jiangdu Martial Alliance or the Martial Alliance of the Imperial Capital?"
Hong Zhenguo said with a smile, "Naturally, from the Jiangdu Martial Alliance."
