"Right, right, right." Chen Feng chimed in hurriedly, "It's not suitable to stay here long. For safety reasons, I must escort the two of you out."
The flattery was loud, but in reality, he wanted to leave himself. After all, things went strangely today, and he couldn't afford to get tangled with Li Fei again, or he'd surely suffer another lesson.
"You three, come over here."
Li Fei beckoned to the Three Scoundrels.
"Hurry, run!"
Zhang Jun shouted, but just as they started to move, before their eyes a figure flashed by—it was Li Fei.
"You... what do you plan to do?"
Liu Jiawei felt a chill run down his spine, trembling as he asked. He couldn't fathom how Li Fei moved so quickly—like lightning.
"Son, have you forgotten something?"
"What thing?" Liu Jiawei feigned ignorance, thinking, "Surely he's not making me call him 'dad'."
