The next day, Wang Lan brought Hu Feifei to the Tianjian Bureau. Naturally, he couldn't avoid exchanging pleasantries with his comrades there. Aside from Xu Shiyun and a few others with whom he had previously been close, the rest of his comrades clearly regarded Wang Lan with a newfound awe. After all, Wang Lan was now a Titled Strongman, and his status was evident.
Hu Feifei had blossomed into a tall, slender young woman with a refreshing cap of short hair. Her short hair didn't hide her feminine beauty; instead, it added a touch of heroic spirit. She had grown quickly; at only thirteen, she was already one meter sixty centimeters tall. If not for the lingering childishness in her face, her silhouette wouldn't betray her youth.
