Even Instant Noodles Taste Better

"Mr. Zhang?" a man dressed in a matching set of black suits approached Zhang Qin Feng.

"Yes, that's me." Zhang Qin Feng nodded to that individual. After exchanging a handshake, he followed his lead and went into a luxurious SUV.

"The place we're going to right now is my employer's private property. Please follow me when we arrived as I will lead you straight to my employer. He should in the middle of preparing tonight's dinner." said Liu Qiang's subordinate.

"Of course. I'll follow your lead." Zhang Qin Feng replied.

They were escorted by four black vehicles after leaving the Grand Season Hotel's reception area. Driving through the motorway straight to the outskirt of Xiyang City, the convoy soon arrived at a beautiful residence that looked no different from a private castle.

'Is everyone related to Wang Yufei's family were all royalties?' Zhang Qin Feng gently shook his head because, at this point, it was no longer a surprise to him.