And of course, Lin Feng was not wrong in his assumptions.
His finger calculations remained at their peak, precise and unmatched.
Tang Aining joined him on his way to lunch, which meant he now had three women at his side, alongside Ning Xi and Li Zhiyan.
The lively group moved with ease through the bustling streets, their conversation light.
Today, they were about to try a new restaurant, one that none of them had visited before, its modest sign hanging above the entrance promising good food but little else.
Just as they approached, a servant appeared seemingly out of nowhere, holding a letter and kneeling immediately before Lin Feng.
The letter felt unusually cold, its presence heavy in his hand even before he read it.
"Young Master Lin Feng, my young Miss Ye Jian has invited you to a feast in honor of her name and her fiancee. Please come at your earliest convenience," the messenger said, his voice tinged with nervous respect.
