At night, in a large villa on a mountain, the luxurious decor exhibited a certain style and taste, giving the impression that the people living there held extraordinary status. From the balcony, one could see the entire city's nightscape below.
Qian Feng lounged in a reclining chair, idly swirling her wine glass, her interest piqued by the several foreign faces before her.
Chris maintained a smile, "I've long heard of the great reputation of Qian Feng from Shennv Xuanhui, and I'm only visiting today, I hope you won't take offense."
"You're very polite, it looks like Organization X is here for a favor this time," Qian Feng said unabashedly, making no secret of her home field advantage.
Chris furrowed his brows; he didn't like this aggressive treatment and his eyes conveyed a sense of resistance, as if to warn Qian Feng to be more courteous to him.
