Lu Feng swallowed his saliva, looking at the man's incredibly powerful muscles. Knowing when to yield, he lowered his fists, turned around, and walked off the boxing ring, "I'm hungry, I'm going to eat a Snickers."
"..."
In the afternoon, at an upscale private club, Gong Zhen arrived as expected. Leng Youchen stood up, nodded at him, and waited for him to sit down before taking his seat. Leng Youchen studied the old man before him.
Gong Zhen was considered half-Asian, possessing a gentlemanly elegance, yet his sharp brow and keen eyes distinguished this elderly man from ordinary old men.
While he was scrutinizing him, Gong Zhen was also observing him. The man was wearing a formal suit, steady and noble, with eyes as deep and unfathomable as an abyss. He slowly smiled, "I wonder why Mr. Leng invited me over?"
