After Shen Fangting gave him a quick peck, she ran away, leaving Chen Yang slightly stunned, then he shook his head helplessly.
This woman is really troublesome.
He let out a bitter laugh, raised his hand at the street corner, and was about to hail a cab to go back. But just then, his pupils suddenly contracted sharply.
At some point, a middle-aged man appeared on the opposite side of the street.
This middle-aged man was dressed very simply, his appearance very ordinary, blending into the crowd without drawing any attention. However, Chen Yang noticed him at a glance.
"Peacock King!"
Chen Yang enunciated every word, his gaze becoming sharp. A dangerous aura emanated from him.
Fortunately, the street was empty, otherwise people would have felt an overwhelming fear, as if a giant mountain was crashing down on them.
"President Chen, we meet again." Peacock King merely smiled faintly, his demeanor calm and unaffected by the pressure emanating from Chen Yang.
