At three in the afternoon, Ren Feifan stepped out of the hotel feeling quite refreshed.
He had to admit, of all the girls he knew, Yuan Hanqing from Rakshasa Gate was undoubtedly the most proactive and open-minded.
For several hours, they had worked through various positions, which was quite satisfying.
Ren Feifan hadn't driven today, intending to walk back to school. The distance wasn't far, but he quickly stopped in his tracks.
Because he felt a pair of cold eyes seeming to stare at him from afar, giving him chills down his spine.
The old Rakshasa woman?
It couldn't be, she shouldn't have such murderous intent before the agreed deadline, right?
Who could it be then...
This killing intent seemed to wish it could swallow him whole.
Although he had offended many in Jiangnan Province, there were very few who harbored such intense murderous intent.
Ren Feifan turned around and saw a fairly gentlemanly man.