Zhang Feng and Qin Huan, who had just sat down in a small street-side restaurant, had no idea what was happening far away in Harbor City.
Zhang Feng was still a bit distracted, thinking about the ghost fire youth.
He was convinced that what he had fleetingly seen in that person's eyes was definitely not a figment of his imagination.
But what was that thing....
Why did he feel this way?
Zhang Feng truly couldn't figure it out.
"Zhang Feng? Zhang Feng?"
"What are you thinking about?"
Qin Huan seemed to have been talking for a while without getting a response, only to find Zhang Feng in a distracted state.
Hearing Qin Huan's prompt, Zhang Feng snapped back to reality, awkwardly waving his hand and saying:
"Oh, nothing... just something about the case..."
"What did you just say?"
Seeing Zhang Feng like this, Qin Huan couldn't help but chuckle a bit.
Shaking her head with a smile, she said:
