"What did I want to see most?" Luo Feng heard the question, and Chu He's name surfaced in his mind before he could stop it.
It wasn't until he got home and saw his parents that Luo Feng truly understood what might have happened to them and his younger brother when Li Yao used those despicable tactics against his family—if Chu He hadn't been there.
Luo Feng felt even more grateful to Chu He.
His feelings were complicated, but gratitude was definitely the strongest.
"Click! Click!"
The metal doors in the passage slid open automatically.
The two walked in silence, turning left and right twice before reaching a quiet room.
Luo Feng looked around carefully. There was nothing special in the room; everything was quite ordinary.
A low wooden table, four bottles of Ginseng Essence Wine, and four crystal wine cups.
Only the two men seated cross-legged on opposite sides of the table stood out. They were drinking and chatting.
One was Thunder God, bald and dressed in white. The other was a young man in a green robe.
At the sound of the door opening, the two glanced back. The young man in green smiled warmly.
His face looked even younger than Luo Feng's, yet somehow inspired a feeling of trust.
Luo Feng looked down at the Big Red Robe he was wearing, then grinned.
Black Clothed Hong, White Clothed Thunder God, Green Clothed Chu He, Red Clothed Myself. Did everyone have to be so stylish?
"Luo Feng, you're here." Chu He raised his cup, beckoning him over.
Hong walked over and sat cross-legged. Luo Feng followed.
"What were you talking about just now?" Hong poured himself a cup of wine. "You seemed to be having a good time."
"Nothing much." Thunder God glanced sideways at Chu He. "I