Leng Youchen changed shoes and went inside, sitting on the sofa. He recalled what The Queen had said earlier; he was wary at heart. Everything was under her control, including today's scenario of "inviting the monarch into the urn."
He was initially confident, but after returning from the castle, he felt like a pawn in The Queen's hand, and pawns are discarded when they're of no use.
He let out a cold laugh and irritably loosened his tie.
Lu Feng followed him, noticing his silence, and his expression grew solemn, "Boss, that old witch didn't refuse, did she? What does she want?"
"She agreed."
Lu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, "Since she agreed, why do you have this expression? You gave me a fright."
Leng Youchen glanced at him icily. Being manipulated, how could he not have a dark face?
"Lu Feng, have you noticed that we've found out these things too easily?" Leng Youchen asked.
