The man who was smoking snorted lightly again, his tone filled with undisguised contempt, not mentioning Li Fengchang but directing the topic towards Mi Shen, "The Li Family's fifth daughter, huh? How does it feel to take a thief as your father?"
Mi Shen was startled, "What do you mean by that?"
But the man didn't continue, instead, he tilted his head toward the man on the sofa who had been toying with a lighter, "White Monk, last time Li Fengchang crushed your people, and now his have delivered themselves to your doorstep, isn't this a perfect example of karma?"
Leng Ying was taken aback, and so was Mi Shen.
White Monk?
Jin Rumo's lips pressed tighter, he knew the people in this private room were no ordinary characters, but he had not expected it to be White Monk!
"You're White Monk?" Mi Shen asked incredulously.
"Click"— the flame from the lighter suddenly went out, never to be reignited, and the private room instantly became much quieter.
