Indeed, I'm a bit tired, Pang Feng thought, lying on his back in bed, about to sink into deep sleep.
"Thud! Thud!"
"Who is it?" Hearing the knock, Pang Feng's heart tightened.
The disturbances caused by Liu Jinzhi made it sometimes a real thrill to live in this apartment.
There was no sound from the door. Pang Feng furrowed his brows even deeper, sliding off the bed and carefully opening the door. To his surprise, the visitor was Jin Zhidong.
"Director Jin, it's so late, you haven't rested yet?" Pang Feng asked gravely.
Seeing Jin Zhidong in such a state struck Pang Feng as very amusing. Knowing how much he usually cared about his image, to see him now, beaten up by that bald thug to the point of a swollen nose and bruised face, was quite the sight.
Jin Zhidong stared fixedly at Pang Feng and said, "Pang Feng, from whom did you learn acupuncture?"
