He left the villa.
Tang Feng sat in the Land Rover while the woman entered her Mercedes.
Tang Feng sent a message to Zhao Qiongrui, "Bro, no rush, I'll come over with Auntie for dinner in a bit."
Then, he drove toward the villa that Old Master Han had arranged for him.
Soon, the car stopped outside the villa.
He got out of the car.
Tang Feng's gaze drifted toward the Mercedes and in the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the second-floor balcony of the neighboring villa.
A graceful figure had just run out.
Their eyes met.
Xiao Wu, with a sweet smile, waved at Tang Feng.
To claim he had no interest in this baby-faced, lispy anchor would be a lie.
The visual and auditory impact was a magnificent experience.
In the dressing room, this woman was somewhat reserved; Tang Feng was keen on finding a place where he could let her loose and have his way with her properly.
However, it was clear that now was not the time.