Feng Bailing and the manager arrived at the Drunken Immortal Inn.
Inside the Drunken Immortal Inn, the manager of Wushuang Building, along with several tall and sturdy workers, had driven all the customers out.
Feng Bailing had heard earlier that the manager of Wushuang Building was surnamed Qiu. When they entered, Manager Qiu was drinking tea, looking quite arrogant.
"Are you the owner of the Drunken Immortal Inn?"
Manager Qiu gave Feng Bailing a sidelong glance and spoke in a mocking tone.
Feng Bailing's eyes flickered and quickly scanned the opponent's appearance.
The person in front of her, although dressed as an ordinary person, Feng Bailing noticed his throat immediately; his Adam's apple was not prominent, and looking at his delicate and tender facial features, she understood a few things.
Feng Bailing spoke calmly.
