"Husband, my secretary just called. There's someone with the last name Zhang who wants to see me," Li Ningxue said to Ye Fei after hanging up the phone.
"Zhang?" Ye Fei frowned slightly, then quickly realized who it was.
He thought to himself, This guy is quite clever. Even though he knows I'm the one behind all this, he didn't come to the Lingyun Society to find me. Instead, he went to the Autumn Wind Group, and he's playing it so humbly. He's good at handling people. If I'm not mistaken, he'll probably also check on Han Xiaoying, the victim from yesterday.
Perhaps disturbed by their conversation, Ye Zhilin, who was sleeping on the other side of Ye Fei, rolled over.
Her hand brushed against Ye Fei's still energetic member, who had been hard at work all night. She gave it a gentle squeeze and murmured, "Husband, Ningxue sister, are you two going to practice your cultivation so early in the morning?"
