Originally, Chu Chengfeng wanted to ask if this place had clothes he could change into, but by now, he had shelved that thought.
He needed some hot water because he felt Xiao Wen's body was ice-cold.
Chu Chengfeng's mind shifted, a smile on his face as he asked, "Brother, do you have hot water? If so, I'd trouble you to help me with a basin of hot water…"
The middle-aged man glanced at the woman behind Chu Chengfeng, concealing the ill intent in his eyes, nodded, and turned to leave.
After he left, the smile on Chu Chengfeng's face vanished instantly. He let out a long breath, yet his heart skipped. This place didn't really feel like a good family; could it be out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's lair?
Fearless, Chu Chengfeng's eyes sharpened. No matter what, he wouldn't let Xiao Wen fall into danger.
Chu Chengfeng's hand rested on his belt, where he had something resembling a wallet, but it wasn't a wallet, nor did it contain money. It was a slingshot pistol.
