In the room, a strong-looking young man was sitting on a large chair, legs up on the desk, playing with a small knife, trimming his nails. His head slightly raised, he watched the door with an impassive expression, his face calm, revealing nothing of his thoughts. He wore a leather jacket, exuding a sense of grace and elegance, quite impressive.
"Please, both of you have a seat. This isn't my place, so I won't be entertaining you," said the young man.
Luo Zheng walked in without hesitation. Legs on the desk made it difficult to move, a detail that suggested the other party was showing goodwill. He sat on the sofa near the door, discreetly observing his opposite, Shi Feng also sat down, quietly observing the other party without a word.
