"Yes, but I won't do such thankless work for free. So, I'll take a little interest from you for now," Chen Fei said with a slight smile, his eyes narrowing as he leaned his head against her fragrant shoulder once again.
Feeling the masculine scent approaching—a mix of sweat and a domineering presence—Shadow Immortal Dance's heart inexplicably trembled. She bowed her head in silence, and just like that, neither of them spoke.
At the same time, inside the old residence of the Chen Family of Capital City, Elder Master Chen Huatian sat in a wheelchair, quietly positioned before his desk. Not far away, his two sons, the eldest, Chen Bingzhang, and the third, Chen Yaohong, were seated respectfully on either side of him. Farther back stood two other men who appeared to be in their forties or fifties. One was Chen Zhenjun, one of the 'pair of tigers' of the Chen Family's third generation. The other...
