Bo Fengheng jolted upright, his deep-set eyes suddenly turning icy as he looked at the subordinate standing at the door, "What happened?"
"Miss Tang said she needed to use the restroom. The Fourth Master was accompanying her, but when he turned around for a moment, she was gone. She is not inside the restroom," the subordinate reported urgently.
"Was it you?" Bo Fengheng's gaze snapped sharply to the unresponsive Old Master Chu, his handsome face suddenly malevolent.
Old Master Chu shivered, feeling an inexplicable chill crawling up his spine, filling him with dread, "It wasn't..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
The tall and heavy shadow in front of him vanished as if swept away by a tornado.
Old Master Chu's murky eyes widened with fright.
It took him a good while to recover his senses.
He had been a towering figure in Jianghu for most of his life, yet he was actually intimidated by his unfilial grandson just now.
Who in the world was this guy?
