Feng Yuanlin's Treat

Feng Yuanlin still didn't know that the green light on his head had deepened yet again. Thinking of his recent cold war, or rather, how Qin Qing was one-sidedly ignoring him, Feng Yuanlin pinched the space between his eyebrows helplessly.

He had stayed at Zhenbai's house last night, but said goodbye only to Zhenbai when he left. Zhou Manning's case was now in his hands, however, so he had some things to ask Zhenbai's wife.

He couldn't help but call Zhenbai's wife. As soon as the call went through, Feng Yuanlin said, "Zhenbai's wife, are you free? How about I treat you to supper tonight?"

"So good?"

"I happen to have something I need your help with!" Feng Yuanlin said, "Zhou Manning's case has already been handed over to me. Zhenbai's wife, you have to give me some advice and leads. I don't trust anyone else but you."