Feng Huaijin looked straight ahead, his eyes scrutinizing Su Li, but his voice was indifferent as he addressed the two stunned girlfriends: "You two, go inside."
The two stood still, not moving.
Su Li, with a tearful face, said, "You both go inside first. He has something to discuss with me, don't worry about me."
Only then did Xu Haohao swallow hard, pulling the dazed Lu Xiaomian along to turn around and enter the room, closing the door.
Xu Haohao and Lu Xiaomian exchanged glances, simultaneously seeing the suspicion in each other's eyes.
Xiao Li has nothing to do with Seventh Master Feng, is she fooling ghosts?
Su Li was almost encircled by him, pressed against the wall.
He still carried a faint scent of sweat, which entered her nostrils but didn't seem unpleasant.
The man's presence was somewhat overwhelming, making her feel uncomfortable.
