Yan Nansheng hadn't expected Feng Peng to be so perceptive, and for a moment, he hesitated.
After all, some things, if truly spoken, might only make matters worse for his and Yanyan's progress...
With a flicker in his eyes, Yan Nansheng said, "It might be because of fatigue."
"Might?" Feng Peng laughed, "Those two words are proof of your guilty conscience."
Having said that, he stopped talking, and without waiting for the shuttle to arrive, he started walking along the corridor towards the club.
Yan Nansheng had no choice but to follow him all the way.
Unexpectedly, despite being in his forties, Feng Peng still had a robust figure and walked briskly.
Upon entering the club, several women approached them, all graceful in figure, with fair skin and beautiful features. One of them frowned slightly upon seeing Yan Nansheng.