Twenty minutes later, the black Maybach stopped in front of a manor. It was Lishang Manor, Feng Hao's godmother's house.
As the butler opened the gates, Feng Hao looked at Su Yan and said, "Are you afraid? If you regret this, it's not too late to turn around now."
Su Yan smiled lightly and unbuckled her seatbelt, "Would it seem like I'm not taking this seriously if I say I'm not afraid?"
Feng Hao was taken aback, but he smiled and said, "This is just a collaboration between us. It's fine if you don't take it seriously, but I am curious about your current mood."
As he spoke, the two of them emerged from the car together and smoothed their clothes. Feng Hao brought Su Yan to the manor's main door. A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties was standing there.
"Hello, Uncle Fu. Thank you so much!" Feng Hao greeted.
