Leaving Xu Lin's clinic, Lin Jiang checked the time and headed over to Zhao Fangfei's.
RING RING RING—
He had just gotten into his car when his phone rang. It was Feng Qi.
"Brother Jiang, you still busy?"
"Just about to get some food."
"Come pick me up. We can head back together. Hehe, I have a surprise for you if you do."
"What kind of surprise? You going to show me your splits?"
"Oh, please. That's nothing. You'll see when you get here."
"Alright, send me the address."
"Okay."
After hanging up, Lin Jiang quickly received the location from Feng Qi and drove to the dance studio.
Compared to Li Zhiyi's dance studio, Feng Qi's was a bit simpler.
But she supposedly had a stake in the studio, and with over a hundred thousand fans online, her income was quite substantial.
Meanwhile, a black Mercedes G-Wagon parked across the street from the studio.
Zhou Sui had a cigarette dangling from his lips, watching the entrance of the dance studio.
