When Morrison saw Qi Feng deep in thought, he did not disturb him. He just gestured at the chauffeur beside him who immediately understood and started the car.
The car slowly drove away from where it was, passing underneath the dense shade of the trees. Qi Feng's eyes shifted from dark to light. Apart from glumness on his handsome face, they could not read his emotions but could feel the faint gloom from him.
The air in the car felt stifling. Beside him, Qi Weier, who was beside him, had already fallen weakly asleep against Qi Feng. Qi Weier had autistic tendencies, so she would not usually speak. In a short while, she succumbed to sleep.
Qi Feng remained silent. After the car had driven for quite a distance and it felt like it had been a century-long, he lifted a hand to massage the space between his brows and his raspy voice finally said, "I'll let you handle it then. Don't leave traces of anything that can be used against us."
