Erica's words kept echoing in her mind: 'Feng is a very traditional guy. You should be straight with him.'
With that in mind,
Jenny hesitated no longer. She grabbed the beast-hide coat draped over the sofa, put it on, and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Erica called out, sprawled over the back of the sofa.
"I'm going to find Feng and tell him why."
Jenny replied curtly without looking back.
Her voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with determination.
Erica scrambled up from the sofa, her eyes twinkling with excitement and a gossipy grin spreading across her face.
Without bothering to straighten her messy clothes, she hurried out after her.
'She couldn't miss such a juicy drama.'
「In the bar.」
Dim, yellow light spilled softly into every corner, and the air was filled with the faint scent of alcohol and tobacco.
Feng Mountain sat alone at a table by the window.
