Why does this way of speaking... seem so strange?
Feng Huaijin escorted Su Li to the music concert entrance, where the music from the performance could be faintly heard.
Feng Huaijin knew that Su Li probably wouldn't be able to go inside and continue listening.
He smiled intriguingly, and repeated: "Yes, Uncle is someone who values repaying favors. If you don't thank me, Uncle wouldn't have saved you just now."
Su Li heard this slightly suggestive voice, indeed it was the voice of a middle-aged weirdo, but... but...
She felt that it was strange, yet there wasn't a shred of fear or worry in her heart.
Moreover, this tone...
Su Li's thoughts turned agile, and she suddenly smiled: "Does Uncle want me to thank you?"
Feng Huaijin laughed: "Uncle is a businessman, naturally, he expects returns."
Su Li reached out to grasp the man's palm, her white, soft fingers lightly traced across it.
Inside Su Li's heart, there was a cold laugh.
Heh.
This damn scoundrel.
