"Master?"
Lin Zifeng's facial muscles twitched slightly into a forced smile.
He tilted his head and asked Long Yunfei, who stood with a stiff face, "Wasn't it your old man who asked me to come? Where is he now?"
"Haha—sorry, sorry, I'm a bit late. I just had to handle some matters. Please, everyone, don't be angry."
At this moment, the door to the room gently opened.
Long Zaitian entered with his hands behind his back, a kindly smile on his face.
His gaze first fell on Lin Zifeng, then swept towards the woman.
"Haha...since everyone is here, I'll get straight to the point."
"Kid, you don't have to look at me like that. I asked you here today because there's something I want to ask you."
Long Zaitian glanced at Lin Zifeng with a friendly smile.
Lin Zifeng didn't speak; he nonchalantly walked over to the sandalwood chair next to the woman and plunked himself down.
