Upon hearing this, Liu Fangfei's expression changed, and she smiled, "Then thank you for that."
"How's old Liu? How is he doing?" Ye Chenfeng asked offhandedly.
"He's fine; you don't need to worry about him."
"That's good to hear, I'm leaving now!" Ye Chenfeng, fiddling with a lighter, sauntered off.
Only after watching Ye Chenfeng's figure disappear did Liu Fangfei shift her gaze away, but her expression was grave, and her brow was fraught with worry.
"I hope you are alright!" Liu Fangfei murmured to herself.
Not long after Ye Chenfeng had left, an indifferent voice suddenly spoke up, "Miss Liu, I hope you see the situation clearly and don't delay because of certain matters."
A man appeared in the apartment, his face pale as paper, and his lips carried a sinister smile—it was none other than the Think Tank.
"Think Tank, what are you doing here?" Liu Fangfei exclaimed in surprise.
