Shen Yifei approached, "Master, are you back?"
"Where is he?" Bo Fengheng gripped Mu Yin's slender hand, his cold gaze swept over Shen Yifei's face, like the sharp blade of a knife shooting straight at him.
Shen Yifei was terrified and hurriedly reported, "Not, not yet, but he's already off the plane and will be here soon, very soon..."
"Who is it, what exactly are you planning to do?" Mu Yin guessed it was the Plastic Surgeon, her body breaking out in cold sweat by waves, not even noticing her wrist, gripped by him, was swollen and sore.
"The Plastic Surgeon? Didn't you pretend to be asleep last night and heard it all? Why do you still ask?" Bo Fengheng glared at her icily and continued to drag her into the house without stopping.
"Don't you believe what I said?" Mu Yin couldn't bear it, and she shook off his hand.
