Hearing this, Zhang Nian smiled meaningfully and looked the young woman up and down. He had to admit that although Han Fei was not as alluring as Medusa and Ya Fei, nor as tender as Yun Yun, nor as spirited as Yao Ye, nor as cute and straightforward as Zi Yan, she was still the sort of delicate, pretty girl who would catch someone's eye in a crowd.
From just a few short sentences, he could guess what she wanted him to do. That made things much simpler.
A mischievous impulse suddenly rose in his heart. He grinned, a wicked smile spreading across his face, and his eyes roamed over Han Fei's pale dress as though he were a predator sizing up its prey.
At that moment, she felt nothing but humiliation, as if someone were appraising her like a piece of merchandise. But she was helpless. A small sacrifice for her family was worth it. Zhang Nian's arrival was like a gift from heaven—the only lifeline they had left. Otherwise, the Han Family would likely be devoured by those wolves, and she wouldn't escape the same fate.
Perhaps this isn't so bad...
Han Fei thought this with a bitter heart, though a faint trace of anticipation stirred within her. After all, the powerful young man before her seemed rather young, but he didn't look like a spoiled playboy.
"We can discuss this after we reach Tianbei City. As for what you're holding, keep it for now."
With that, Zhang Nian turned and left the tent. No outsider knew what the two of them had discussed.
On the desolate desert road, the wind and sand never let up. Its mournful howls circled through the sky before carrying a veil of sand off into the distance. Han Fei sat in the