Chapter Three Hundred and Forty-Nine
"So you still have to leave?" Lian Cheng looked at Ling Feng with a resigned expression.
"Yes!" Ling Feng's voice was flat and unemotional as she extended her hand in front of Lian Cheng.
"You can't go now!" Zhuo Xiangqiao's voice sounded.
A glimmer of joy surged in Lian Cheng's eyes, but Ling Feng's face had already darkened.
"Why?" she demanded to know why she couldn't leave.
"Frank may have already set his sights on you." Today, he had deliberately mentioned Ling Feng in front of him, so he must know she had returned.
"He is now in City A, and I am going back to the United Kingdom; what can he do to me?" Ling Feng said.
"No!" Zhuo Xiangqiao looked at Ling Feng and said.
Initially, they were able to successfully take down Frank, and Ling Feng had also contributed a lot, so this time he must have come for revenge and would certainly not let Ling Feng off.
