"How did you know where I live?"
Chen Feng neither agreed to help her nor did he reject her. His residence was a secret known to few, and if he did not clarify this matter, anyone and everyone could end up seeking his aid in saving their lives—leaving him with no time even for a quick bathroom break.
"It was... Uncle Chen who told me," the girl replied.
"Uncle Chen? You mean Chen Shixun?"
Chen Feng's brows knitted as he remembered the license plate of the Mercedes-Benz the girl arrived in; most likely, the girl had some connection with Chen Shixun.
The girl nodded in confirmation, and Chen Feng understood. He thought to himself that since few knew where he lived, how could she have possibly found him?
