Chen Feng likes smart people.
Just like Yan Xiu sitting not far from him, as a strong person, who doesn't have pride and self-respect? Especially as a leader of a faction, face is their second life.
Yet this is the kind of person who, after sensing some information, kneels without hesitation and admits mistakes sincerely, without leaving any flaws.
In the room, there is a table filled with various foods, not just seafood, but also a dazzling array of other ingredients. Some small bowls even contain golden liquid, and the rich sweet aroma wafts into Yan Xiu's nose, prompting him to sniff a few times.
Yan Xiu likes sweet food. As a child who grew up in the south, sweet bean curd and sweet rice dumplings are indispensable foods, and even buns taste better with sugar.
Just like the ingredients in the bowl, he only sniffed them and knew this was honey, fragrant and thick. In Xiamen City, he had never seen such top-quality honey.
