VIP private room.
Chen Feng sat on the leather sofa, narrowing his eyes, pondering what sort of conspiracy Zhong Siquan could be up to.
Just then, Zhong Siquan pushed open the door of the private room and walked in.
"Sorry to keep you waiting!" Zhong Siquan said apologetically with a smile, sitting down beside Chen Feng.
"Young Master Zhong is so generous today, I don't mind waiting a bit longer. However, I'm particularly curious about something. Would you care to explain?" Chen Feng asked with a faint smile.
"What?" asked Zhong Siquan.
"We don't need to state the obvious about our relationship, but why would you think of making peace with me? It wouldn't be some kind of plot to harm me, would it?" Chen Feng asked, his expression suddenly becoming stern, narrowing his eyes as he spoke coldly.
"How... how could I possibly harm you? You shouldn't make such accusations!" Zhong Siquan's face tensed up and beads of sweat ran down his forehead as he stammered.
