This is……

Rong Shang curled her lips and let out a cold laugh.

She turned and looked at the master and servant not far away, raised an eyebrow, and asked in an icy voice, "What do you mean?"

She kindly helped them, are they trying to force her to stay?

Regarding the Feng family's actions...

Rong Chang had only one thought in her mind.

That's being ungrateful.

The housekeeper also felt a little apologetic.

But since the lord had spoken, they, as servants, could not disobey his wishes.

He turned his head and glanced at Feng Jue.

The housekeeper strode over from the front. "Miss Sheng, I'm so sorry."

"We just don't want outsiders to laugh at us, saying that the Feng family doesn't know how to treat guests."

Seeing that the woman in front of him was very angry, Butler Feng bowed to her, still being polite, "Miss Sheng, please don't make things difficult for us."

Difficult situation?

"Oh."

Laughing in exasperation.

Rong Shang glanced at him and said, "Okay."

She stepped past him and said, "Prepare the tea."

We'll see what this guy's up to.

The Feng family.

The estate was built in the most remote part of the suburbs.

The wind was biting cold outside at night.

The trees rustled.

The oldest building exudes a sinister and eerie atmosphere.

After Rong Shang sat down, the slender figure in front of her slowly turned around.

Then he took long strides, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

Warm white light shone down from the ceiling.

It fell on the man's head, casting layers of shadow.

It made his devilishly handsome face appear even more profound and three-dimensional.

He approached step by step.

Rong Shang inadvertently met the man's narrow eyes, and an unknown chill swept over her.

It was cold, devoid of any warmth.

She gently furrowed her brows.

I always felt that those eyes possessed a strange, deadly power.

In particular, the red glow in its pupils was even more intense, resembling the eyes of a wolf in the dark.

Dangerous, deadly.

With a flash of light, Rong Chang lowered her eyes.

A short while later, the man in front of her walked over and sat down on the single sofa to her left.

"Miss Sheng."

He just opened his mouth and said something.

In my mind, the system's cold, mechanical voice had already begun to ring out.

For a moment, Rong Chang's gaze froze.

She turned her head sharply and frowned when she met the man's cold gaze.

Is Feng Jue her target?

So... who is Jiang Wenhao?

She pursed her lips and remained silent.

Just then, the maid placed a cup of tea on the marble table in front of her.

Rong Chang reached out and picked it up.

Just as we were about to drink it.

The man's deep, seductive voice came again from beside her ear.

"Ms. Sheng, I'm so sorry I bumped into your car this afternoon."

"..."

What's the meaning?

Rong Shang raised an eyebrow at him, but the man remained expressionless.

She remembered what the driver had said: "Our young master said he wanted to get your phone number so it would be convenient to discuss compensation."

His eyes narrowed.

Rong Shang suddenly felt that her appearance tonight was not a coincidence.

Grinning, smiling.

"fine."

"Butler, bring me my wallet."

As soon as he spoke, Rong Shang immediately refused, "No need, the car isn't broken."

It's just a minor scratch.

But the housekeeper still took the man's wallet.

Wait for him to unzip his jacket.

Rong Shang saw him pull out a thick stack of Mao Zedong bills from inside.

It was handed over and placed on the table in front of her.

"The car, and your payment for tonight." He said this, his voice as cold as ever.

Rong Shang glanced at him at that moment.

I always felt that he wasn't someone to be trifled with in this world.

He seems... to have absolutely no feelings for her.

Oh.

Her red lips curled up, a half-smile playing on her lips.

Rong Shang did not take his money.

I just lightly touched the lid of the teapot and took a sip.