"Keep an eye on the group of people below and don't cause any trouble to me." Mr. Qi sighed and left slowly with a cane.
The housekeeper looked at the people chatting freely downstairs and found a quiet corner.
Qi Lao's birthday banquet is just to give these people a chance to make friends from all walks of life.
The most important thing is to let the heirs of the Dongfang family and Shangguan family show their faces so that everyone knows their existence.
...
Chen Feng sat in the study, motionless, like a sculpture.
After hanging up the phone, he was about to get up when he felt an inexplicable stabbing pain in his chest. It was the warrior consciousness reminding him of something.
Chen Feng had a pale face, waiting for the pain to pass, but his heart was like a turbulent wave, and he could not calm down for a long time.
"Who could it be?" He murmured, and the faces of Li Jiajia, Xiao Yu, Shui Ning and others appeared in his mind.
He couldn't have chest pain for no reason. It was naturally because something happened to someone close to him.
Knowing that something might have happened to them, but unable to do anything, Chen Feng felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on his heart, making him unable to breathe.
After taking a few deep breaths, Chen Feng opened his eyes, no longer worried as before, and his eyes were calm.
He understood that there was no use even worrying. It was better to deal with the matter here as soon as possible and set off to find their whereabouts.
"Get ready to start." Chen Feng took out the phone and said just this.
He had no time to wait any longer.
Abandoning the messy thoughts in his mind, Chen Feng sat cross-legged on the bed and practiced according to the mental method of Yin and Yang of Liangyi.
After all, this is the secular world. Even if you use the Yin and Yang Technique of Liangyi, the speed of cultivation is not as fast as in the mysterious world.
Time flew by, and at around seven o'clock the next morning, Chen Feng opened his eyes.
Looking at the message sent by Hu Yue on the phone, Chen Feng's lips slightly raised my eyebrows: "I hope you will like the gift I sent."
As he spoke, Chen Feng took the car keys, randomly selected a car in the garage and left Feilong Mountain.
When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, looking at the bustling food stalls, Chen Feng chose a spot and settled down.
It has been a long time since he experienced this kind of fireworks in the world. When his cultivation has reached his level, he no longer needs grains and grains.
Chen Feng still can't change this habit, and now it's rare for him to have time to sit down and taste it.
Looking at the soy milk, fried dough sticks and steamed buns that were served, Chen Feng smelled the elegant fragrance, and even though he was not hungry, there was a sound in his stomach.
While he was eating, Chen Feng heard a burst of whispers coming from beside him.
"Has that person never eaten? It's like a starving ghost reincarnated."
"Xinyan, stop talking, it has nothing to do with us." Another woman in business attire pulled him.