Ye Fan didn't know that the crisis from the woman in leather was so sudden, yet seemed so assured.
At this moment, Ye Fan, Zhang Lu, and Qiu Wen were dining in a private room.
Zhang Lu hadn't had a proper meal in a long time, tirelessly dealing with the troubles brought by Qi Kexin, and this brief respite allowed her mind and body to finally relax.
"Qiu Wen, how were Qi Kexin and the others subdued?" Zhang Lu asked curiously after calming down, but her persistent gaze, tinged with inquiry, was locked onto Ye Fan without a moment's pause.
