Although Ye Chenfeng did not know which hotel in the trading market Song Zhong was staying at, given Song Zhong's nature as a profligate son, he would certainly choose the most luxurious one. In this matter, Ye Chenfeng was not wrong.
Song Zhong and the middle-aged fat man were both startled at the same time, their eyes turning to the corner of the room. Due to the dim lighting, Song Zhong could not make out the face of the shadowy figure in the corner, so he cautiously asked, "Who are you?"
The shadowy figure slowly emerged from the corner, the corners of his mouth curving upwards slightly as he said, "Young Master Song, how come you can't recognize my voice?"
This time, with the dim light above his head, Song Zhong could finally see the shadowy figure's face clearly, and he blurted out in surprise, "Ye, Ye Chenfeng, why is it you?"
