"Please forgive me if I have made any mistakes in the past!"

Chen Zifeng's attitude was so sincere that he almost buried his head in the ground.

This jerk actually apologized? Has the sun risen in the west?

Sun Muqing felt like she was dreaming. She pinched her thigh, and the pain told her that this was not a dream.

Just then, Night Wind spoke up: "Got any smoke?"

"I have some here!" Chen An quickly pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one for Ye Feng.

Take a deep breath of the night air, exhale gently, and the aroma of tobacco lingers on your fingertips.

His face revealed an unprecedented maturity and world-weariness.

Sun Muqing looked at him, and for a moment, she felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity.

Chen An stepped forward, about to give Ye Feng a deep bow, when Ye Feng gave him a look. Chen An immediately understood: "Mr...Mr. Ye, hello!"

"Zifeng! Why aren't you greeting Mr. Ye yet!"

"Hello, Mr. Ye!" A bead of cold sweat appeared on Chen Zifeng's forehead.

Sun Muqing stared blankly at Ye Feng: "You guys..."

“We’ve made up! Since Patriarch Chen is being so kind, then you should accept this contract!” Ye Feng said with a smile.

Sun Muqing looked at Ye Feng's face, her mind a jumble of thoughts. Could it be because of him that the Chen family father and son gave her that auspicious land?

No, that's impossible. How could the night wind have such power?

Ye Feng hurriedly explained, "Patriarch Chen and President Zhao have a good relationship; we're practically acquaintances!"

Ye Feng's lie was somewhat forced, but Sun Muqing, being simple-minded, didn't notice anything amiss.

"So...so that's how it is!" Sun Muqing hurriedly put the contract away.