Wang Anfeng glanced at the two martial artist aides in front, then looked up at the Pillar of the State sitting at the top. He realized that the few muttered words by Dongfang Ximing moments ago had all been heard by the Pillar; otherwise, this aide would never have said something like the pastries being plentiful.
It was his own oversight as well.
There was quite a commotion just now, and the Pillar had seen him that day; even if he restrained his qi mechanism, once the Pillar glanced down, he wouldn't be able to hide.
Wang Anfeng hesitated briefly, and seeing that the other party meant no harm, he agreed.
The aide's face, as steady as a mountain, showed a slight smile as he turned to lead the four of them upstairs. The interior decoration was indeed very different from the place where Wang Anfeng and the others had settled, with an elegant layout that showed a lot of care.
Peephole view of a leopard, the expenses of this place must be extremely high.
