Soon, Li Beiting stepped out of the home furnishing store, with Mi Fei following him.
As soon as they emerged, Li Beiting saw Mi Fei's father's black Mercedes.
It was Mi Fei's father driving the car himself, sitting in the driver's seat with an indifferent expression, watching the road ahead; his deep features exuded calm and composure.
His hands rested lightly on the steering wheel, seemingly waiting for Li Beiting and Mi Fei to approach.
When Li Beiting reached the car, he first opened the front passenger door and said to Mi Fei behind him, "I want to speak to Mi uncle for a moment."
During this time, he had seen Mi Fei's father many times, but not once had there been an opportunity for a private word.
Now was the perfect chance.
He closed the car door and the temperature inside the car suddenly dropped, permeated with a crisp coldness.
"Speak," Mi Fei's father said with a low, seasoned voice full of solidity.