Living room.
Tang Feng experienced for the first time the treatment bestowed upon an honored guest.
He and Old Master Han sat on the main sofa.
Everyone else wore gentle smiles.
Their words were full of praises for Tang Feng, to the extent that he even started to feel a little embarrassed.
But those cheesy lines, when uttered by these people, sounded so natural.
Even Han Rui was doing it, although his compliments seemed somewhat perfunctory.
Of course, there was an exception.
Han Bing's face, cold and expressionless, showed not a trace of a smile. She sat alone on a single sofa, silent.
At a certain moment.
Han Bing set down the book in her hand, looked up at Tang Feng, and suddenly said, "Dr. Tang, didn't you say you were going to examine me today?"
Her voice was very cold; the living room instantly quieted down.
The temperature seemed to drop with it.
Facing her icy gaze, Tang Feng smiled and nodded, "I'm ready, we can start whenever you find it suitable."
