A quarter of an hour passed quickly. Miao Feichan got dressed and came out, drying her hair.
A faint warmth still radiated from her body.
She had just finished drying and arranging her hair when she heard Chen Zhong at the door, summoning them.
Holding two oil-paper umbrellas, they followed Chen Zhong. They wound their way through the grand residence for a while before finally entering the main hall of the Chen Residence. A chubby, middle-aged man hurried over to greet them.
"Greetings, you two great heroes."
Fang Shuwen sized the man up. He was stout and plump, with soft, doughy hands. One look was enough to tell he was a wealthy man who lived a life of luxury and comfort.
He offered a faint smile and exchanged a few words with him.
The words were full of flattery, and naturally, the more they spoke, the happier their host became.
