Lin Zifeng, who was idly wandering around the company with nothing to do, suddenly saw Nangong Bing walking out of the office with tears streaming down her face, and he couldn't help but frown, puzzled by the act she and her father were playing.
Seeing Nangong Bing's tear-stained face, Lin Zifeng was just about to step forward to ask about the situation and offer some comfort when, out of nowhere, a large hand silently rested on his shoulder.
A surge of intense killing aura flashed through Lin Zifeng's pitch-black pupils.
"Little Lin, don't rush off just yet. There are some things I'd like to ask you," Nangong Shui suddenly appeared behind Lin Zifeng without making a sound.
"What's the matter?" Lin Zifeng slowly turned around.
He saw Nangong Shui smiling brilliantly.
Pattting his shoulder, Nangong Shui said with a smile, "This isn't a good place to talk. How about we find somewhere private to chat?"