The ancient and heavy gate of the Chinese-style teahouse stood, its two hanging red lanterns lightly swaying in the night breeze. The diffuse light entwined with the breeze, casting a hazy glow that shimmered like a shallow hum in the darkness.
A figure draped in a faint red light emerged, and it seemed as if everything around fell silent.
The figure got into a white sedan by the roadside and quickly disappeared into the night.
"Xiao Fei, what's wrong?" Tian Long's voice brought Qu Feitai back to his senses. He lowered his gaze and cleared his throat.
"Nothing."
Tian Long handed him a coffee. Qu Feitai took it, murmuring thanks.
Tian Long sensed something was off with Qu Feitai, but he figured it was from the recent strain and didn't dwell on it. He told the driver to hurry back to the hotel.
As the car pulled away, another man angrily stomped out of the teahouse, cursing under his breath.
"Damn girl, don't know what's good for her. If she pushes me too far, I'll kill her..."