The man was exceptionally burly, wearing a black tank top, his body rippling with muscles, truly a sight to behold. Next to him, Mi Shen seemed as if she could be blown away by a mere breeze.
The moment the door opened, that round, plump face still carried a trace of dissatisfaction.
But who was Mi Shen?
She had been personally mentored by Li Fengchang since she was a child. After ten years, she had unconsciously picked up his composure and equanimity.
Besides, she had a powerful backer—what did she have to fear?
Frowning, she said, "I'm looking for Mao Beibei."
As she spoke, she didn't concern herself with the towering figure of the man as she lifted her foot intending to enter the private room.
With a "bang," a thick arm blocked her path, "There's not the person you're looking for here."
Mi Shen arched an eyebrow at him, "My friend saw her go in with her own eyes. Either step aside or let me in to see if she's there."
