Zhou Feng couldn't be bothered with her. This woman was smart, sure, but she was too confident in her judgment, which made Zhou Feng, a man, feel indifferent.
Seeing Zhou Feng already heading down the inn's stairs, Zhuo Qingwei immediately put on a charming smile, gathered her skirt, and followed him down.
"Brother, could you help me explain to the innkeeper? I'm just a passing guest here, not some vengeful spirit or monster..."
As Zhou Feng descended the stairs, he saw a young man arguing with the innkeeper. The innkeeper suspected the young man was a vengeful spirit or demon in disguise, while the young man claimed he was just a traveler who got lost on the wild plains and missed the time to enter the city. He had found the town by chance and thus arrived late to seek lodging.
"Boss, he's not a demon—he's human!"
Zhou Feng smiled and said to the innkeeper.
