Gao Shaohui, awakened by He Feng, had not fully come to yet. When he opened his eyes, he was still groggy and instinctively replied, "He came to see him, not me."
He Feng forcibly suppressed the urge to slap the man in front of him to death. With the corners of his mouth twitching, he managed the utmost politeness possible at the moment. "Young Master Gao, you seem to have forgotten that you are currently Chu Han's representative."
Although he had no idea what exactly the relationship between Gao Shaohui and Chu Han was, nor how Chu Han had managed to win Gao Shaohui over, He Feng understood one thing. Chu Han could summon and dismiss Gao Shaohui at will, speaking to him casually without the slightest concern for manners. But everyone else, himself included, absolutely could not forget the most basic rule in front of Gao Shaohui.
That was, the Mysterious Family stood above them all!
"Chu Han?" Gao Shaohui repeated groggily. Then he suddenly jolted upright in fright, nearly punching through the top of the tent with his explosive leap. A startled cry burst from him. "Fuck! What do we do now?!"
"Shh!" He Feng could not care about anything else now. He clamped a hand over Gao Shaohui's mouth, practically collapsing in speechless frustration. "My young master, keep your voice down!"
"I'm the younger master, not the elder master," Gao Shaohui answered instinctively again. Then he nervously glanced at the silhouette outside the tent. "Someone's looking for Chu Han? Then, then, then... has that person seen Chu Han before? Can I just go meet him like this?"
"Of course you can't meet him directly!" He Feng was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. His fear of the Mysterious Family had been washed away by