Chapter 861 A Good Pot

"Phew," Jiang Feng took a deep breath the moment he left, feeling as if he had just finished running a marathon.

He couldn't understand what he had just seen here, not only was he puzzled, but so were the readers, and possibly even the author who wrote this scenario couldn't figure it out.

While in the fog, he felt possessed, relentlessly wanting to run forward, to keep running to chase after a voice, so much so that he still hadn't caught his breath now, sitting on the sofa without a drop of sweat yet gasping constantly, as if he were truly exhausted.

"Fengfeng, what's wrong with you? Did you just go out for a run?" Wu Minqi had only worked half a day today and returned to rest in the afternoon. She had been talking on the phone with Mrs. Wu in her room earlier and came out to see Jiang Feng looking ragged.

"I... I just ran up, I kept waiting for the elevator downstairs but it never came," Jiang Feng blurted out an excuse.