It was a dark and windy night, perfect for murder and arson.
In the dead of night, the Liu Mansion was still brightly lit and heavily guarded.
Deep within the Liu Mansion, in a quiet room under dim light, the soft moans of a woman and the heavy panting of a man could be heard from time to time.
After a long while, the commotion finally ceased.
"How is it? Feeling any better?"
A bewitchingly beautiful woman cooed, her voice carrying a deliberately coquettish tone. She was currently sitting on the edge of the bed, tidying her clothes.
This was Feng Xue.
The man beside her was Liu Feng. He had been beaten to the ground by Ning Jiang earlier that day and was stewing in anger. This amorous encounter had indeed improved his mood considerably.
As for his broken nose, it was mostly healed after he took some medicine.
"Much better. But why isn't Zheng Zhiyuan back yet?"
Liu Feng's brow furrowed. Zheng Zhiyuan had been gone for too long. Logically, he should have returned by now.
