It's late at night.
For Jiang Feng, today was quite hectic, so he went to sleep early.
Nangong Qingcheng and the other women were also anxious all day and were tired. After chatting with Jiang Feng, they returned to their respective rooms to rest.
Room 706 is a large suite, entirely capable of accommodating seven people sleeping, and even Jiang Feng had his own separate room.
Jiang Feng didn't care at all about the turmoil outside, or what kind of butterfly effect the deaths of Dongfang Yu and his son would cause; he slept soundly.
But suddenly, he heard the door of his room open, and then, a lonely and weak figure quietly poked its head in.
"Uncle, have you slept?"
In the darkness came the tearful voice of Chu Feifei, softly asking.
Jiang Feng immediately opened his eyes: "Not yet, Fei'er, why are you here?"
Seeing Jiang Feng awake, Chu Feifei walked in dejectedly.
