In Hangzhou, in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, Daphne stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, listening to the rain hitting the glass, watching the vehicles moving through the rain on the streets. Her initially confident expression was no longer present.
"Miss Daphne, is Chen Fan really out of danger?" Suddenly, Xiao Feng, who had been sitting on the couch smoking in silence, put out his cigarette and walked over to Daphne, asking with a worried face.
Originally, Xiao Feng blindly trusted Chen Fan and believed that Chen Fan would be alright. But they had left the Jianghu Bar nearly an hour ago, and Chen Fan was still out of contact. This made him begin to doubt his blind trust.
If Xiao Feng is so, why should Daphne be any different?
Her knowledge of Chen Fan far exceeded that of Xiao Feng. She arguably knew Chen Fan better than she knew herself.
That was why she felt at ease leaving the bar with Xiao Feng and the others.
