Chu Feng entered the cabin, and the cheongsam-clad beauty followed, sitting next to Chu Feng.
Her hips pressing tightly against Chu Feng's thigh and the friction from her flesh-colored stockings triggered a storm of thoughts in Chu Feng's mind. After all, Chu Feng was not Liu Xiahui, and he never aspired to be Liu Xiahui.
"Mr. Chu, forgive me for meeting you in this way. I just did not want to scare my guest," as Chu Feng was, in his reverie, a somewhat hoarse voice came from the darkness.
Judging by the voice alone, one wouldn't have high hopes for his looks.
In fact, that was indeed the case; although it was very dark in the cabin, it didn't hinder Chu Feng's vision.
The person sitting opposite Chu Feng indeed left much to be desired in appearance.
His physique was not exactly repulsive, but his face indeed was. If one had to describe it, adding a hunchback would make him a qualified bell-ringer at Notre-Dame Cathedral.