By the time he returned to the hotel, it was already nine in the evening.
Lin Fei's mind was still filled with Gao Ge's solitary and indifferent figure.
Inside the opulent hotel, the golden lighting starkly contrasted with the subdued silence from earlier. A male waiter at the door seemed to have been specially arranged by Feng Biao to wait there. When he saw Lin Fei coming back, he took the initiative to greet him.
"Mr. Feng instructed me to leave you a message, 'If you have time, you can go to 471 Fenglin Road, where an old friend will be waiting,'" the waiter said respectfully. He sneakily glanced at Lin Fei with the corners of his eyes and upon closer inspection, Lin Fei just seemed like an ordinary teenager, about eighteen or nineteen years old.
Perhaps it's a powerful family background, the waiter speculated.
"Got it," Lin Fei nodded and headed straight into the lobby, about to take the elevator. But then he noticed a small figure sitting against a corner wall.
