After learning about the situation, Ling Feng felt absolutely obliged to acquiesce to Duan Feihong's request.
Having decided to help, he also felt a relief, and the slight guilt that had been pressing on his heart last night disappeared completely.
There wasn't much to prepare, and Ling Feng left the house with Duan Feihong and then they went to the parking lot.
Duan Feihong's car was a white sedan. Although Ling Feng wasn't knowledgeable about cars, he could tell at a glance that this car was worth at least a million.
It made sense, considering she was the general manager of such a large hotel, with an annual salary probably at the ten million level, what's such a car then?
After getting in the car, Duan Feihong drove off, entering the bustling streets.
While driving, she said, "The homes of the two uncles are not together, but I've already called them, and I guess both will be able to gather soon."
