Everyone watched as Liang Fan's father, belt in hand, chased Liang Fan, even running outside!
His father's scolding continued, "Good-for-nothing," drawing sideways glances from the people around.
Ren Feng smiled slightly, and beside him, Jiang Moshu's beautiful eyes carried a hint of surprise.
"Alright, it's settled. No one will bother us now."
"It's like I'm getting to know you all over again." Jiang Moshu adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, still visibly taken aback.
"Can I take that as a compliment? At least it shows you're starting to slowly accept me."
Ren Feng smiled slightly.
The two of them wandered around a bit more. The artifacts in this room were indeed of a higher grade than those outside, and most were genuine. After all, the economic status and identities of the people in this room were higher than most ordinary people.
