"Feifei, Feifei... are you okay?" Ling Chen felt a bit uneasy seeing Leng Feifei sitting silently.
"I'm fine." Leng Feifei snapped back to reality and said embarrassedly, "Um... could you find me some clothes?"
"Sure, wait here. I'll see what I can find in the wardrobe."
Fortunately, Han Mingchao's house had a live-in maid. Ling Chen found a few pieces of women's clothing and handed them to Leng Feifei, then waited outside.
After a few minutes, Leng Feifei opened the door and came out of the bedroom.
"Ling Chen, are we going back now?"
"Hold on, we still have one thing left to deal with." With that, Ling Chen led Leng Feifei to the living room on the first floor of the villa. At this moment, Han Mingchao lay unconscious on the floor in the corner of the living room, his face swollen and bruised from Ling Chen's punch.
Ling Chen walked over, picked up a glass of water from the coffee table, and poured it directly over Han Mingchao.
