Feng Xiaoqian squinted, the glow of his cigar reflecting on his face, making him appear unpredictable.

"Who does he think he is? Just because Wang Furong is backing him up, he dares to act arrogantly in front of us?"

The burly man chimed in, "Exactly! Brother Feng, this kid is so unruly, he needs to be taught a lesson."

He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

Feng Xiaoqian flicked his cigarette ash, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"Hmph, as long as Wang Furong is willing to bow down to me, why would I be afraid of Ye Feng?"

He wanted to make him understand who the real boss was on this turf.

This side.

After the conversation ended, Ye Feng withdrew from the noise and went to a relatively quiet corner to dial Xu Wu's number.

"Keep an eye on Liu Qingyi's house. Notify me as soon as she returns."

Xu Wu gave an affirmative reply from the other end of the phone.

Time ticked by, and the hands of the wall clock pointed to twelve o'clock.

Ye Feng's heart sank deeper and deeper.

There is still no news from Xu Wu, which means that Liu Qingyi has not yet returned home.

Ye Feng rubbed his temples in frustration.

Where did Liu Qingyi go?

He dialed Liu Qingyi's number again, but there was still no answer.

Ye Feng's heart leaped into his throat.

He dialed Liu Qingyi's number repeatedly, but no one answered.

It's time to leave work.

Xiao Fang walked up to Ye Feng and invited him in a lighthearted tone, "Mr. Ye, how about we go get some late-night snacks together?"

Ye Feng was upset and just wanted to get home as soon as possible to check on Liu Qingyi's condition.

He politely declined, saying, "No, I have something to do, I'll head back now."