As long as I stick to this story, even if that big shot personally inquires about previous things, I can keep myself completely clean.
Knock, knock.
Two short knocks suddenly sounded, like heavy hammers striking at the hearts of the two men.
Feng Jincai bounced up from the sofa instantly, as if he had springs installed.
Zhuo Feng also stood up abruptly, quickly straightening the hem of his suit.
"Come in!"
Feng Jincai shouted, and his eyes instantly filled with a flattering smile.
With a creak, the heavy solid wood door was pushed open.
A slender middle-aged man in a black trench coat strode in.
His eyes were deep-set, and his high nose resembled an eagle's beak.
Two sharp gazes swept across the room, exuding a chilling aura of someone who has long walked among the dead.
"Lord Night Owl, you've had a tough journey!"
Feng Jincai immediately approached, his body bent like a shrimp, his hands gesturing politely.
