Shen Jingwei turned to look at Feng Jietang, who stood behind him with a tight jaw and fists clenched by his sides.
If he did not know better, he might think that Feng Jietang planned to beat him up for his night of indiscretion.
Zhu Dongyi, who did not know much about the latest developments between Shen Jingwei and Feng Jietang, still felt somewhat restless over Feng Jietang's wish to speak with his protégé.
"Little Shen," he grabbed Shen Jingwei's wrist as the latter was about to go away with Feng Jietang. "Is everything alright...?"
"Yes."
Shen Jingwei gave his manager a curt smile. "I will be back soon. No worries, Old Zhu."
The two actors strolled together to the inn's front courtyard, where a towering cherry tree stood. Its peak reached as high as the second floor.
Feng Jietang waited until Yan Renzhong and Ye Lingxia's cars left before he even opened his mouth.
