Watching as Yue Feng came over step by step, Ji Junxue slowly lowered her gaze, hiding the inferiority and the faint sorrow in her eyes.
Yue Feng stopped in front of Jing Che and patted his shoulder.
"Getting used to living here?"
"It's nice, just a bit lacking in freedom."
Upon hearing this, Yue Feng's face darkened, and he turned his gaze to Feng Tianleng.
"Minister Leng, remember that Mr. Jing is my guest, not your guest; you're just responsible for helping me host."
"..." Feng Tianleng didn't expect Jing Che would be so unscrupulous as to complain.
Last night, just locked him in the room, yet he has no stomach for even that.
"Understood, BOSS!" Feng Tianleng said, turning to look at Jing Che: "Mr. Jing, if there's anything you're not used to, feel free to tell me."
"It's nothing major, just that Minister Leng's doors are of poor quality and automatically lock."
