Zhao Jing turned to the direction in which Zhao Lifei was staring. If the Devil was a human, it would be the fearsome man approaching them. The tall, impressive figure with lethal air surrounding him, informed Zhao Jing of who this man was — Zhao Lifei's trump card, President Yang Feng himself. He did not look happy.
"You're here," Zhao Lifei's tired eyes brightened, turning the dark chocolate into the color of autumn. She was in a neutral, polite mood before their conversation. The sight of her husband was enough to lift her mood. "Why didn't you tell me you were going to pick me up?"
Yang Feng's gaze skimmed over her for a brief second, lingering on her unarmed stomach before lifting it to stare into her eyes. A lot of willpower was utilized to ensure he wasn't hypnotized by the folds of gold.
