Hunting Party

"The most interesting thing is that when I was about to take a bath, someone knocked on the door no less than ten times. Every time, different male waiters came over to ask about my well-being. Do you think…" Feng Qing stopped in her tracks when she realized that the man's expression was obviously not right.

She could tell that the man's red eyes were filled with killing intent. She knew that what she had said just now had probably agitated the man, so she looked at the man as if she had done something wrong.

"Did you drink the champagne?" The man asked.

Feng Qing shook her head. "Not yet."

"Did you arrange those flowers?" The man asked again.

Feng Qing shook her head again. "No, I placed it on the coffee table outside."