Lin Feng couldn't figure out why a simple lunch had escalated into such a predicament... I feel like I'm being roasted on a spit!
He and Tang Rou had both been dragged by Wu Mei into a small room adjacent to the private dining suite. Watching Tang Rou curiously survey the room's furnishings and the strange, special-use items, Lin Feng felt on the verge of a breakdown.
"What in the world are you trying to do?" Lin Feng asked, gazing at Wu Mei with a dark expression, feeling utterly fed up.
Wu Mei didn't answer immediately. Only after thoroughly searching the small room and finding no listening devices or cameras did she turn to Lin Feng, her gaze cold as she said, "Do you think I want to do this?"
This was the real Wu Mei. With all her masks removed, she was a truly cold woman. The seductive demeanor she usually presented was mostly an act for her mission.
