The master bedroom on the second floor.
After Zheng Yuqi drifted into dreamland, fully satisfied, Tang Feng rose, got out of bed, and left the bedroom.
Perhaps it was because he had gotten a load of crap from Han Bing this morning.
Even though the day had been utter madness.
Especially on the yacht, going wild with those women to the point of insanity, Tang Feng didn't feel tired in the slightest.
He stepped out of the mansion.
Wandering the streets, Tang Feng thought about the future.
He had planned to treat Old Master Han and then return to Pingyang to tend to his medical clinic.
However, since he had decided to seek out more women with unique constitutions through the live broadcasts, heading back to Pingyang seemed somewhat inappropriate.
Pingyang was ultimately too small, and the transportation there wasn't all that great either, at least not compared to here—it was leagues behind.