After speaking, Su Ming walked to the door, lit a cigarette, and started smoking.
Sikong Chen heard this, and immediately felt as if he had punched cotton, the red anger on his face growing more intense.
He then stormed off upstairs in a huff.
On the third floor, there was a room which was Feng Shu's personal study.
She was sitting on a chair in front of the desk, her beautiful eyes glinted with coldness, resembling a noble lady of a grand mansion, exuding an aura of majesty and nobility.
She said coldly, "Dressing like that to tutor Chen, do you have other intentions in your mind?"
The woman's name was Zhou Zixuan, and upon hearing this, she bowed her head, feeling slightly trembling in her heart.
Because the aura from Feng Shu was overwhelmingly strong, more oppressive than even some tall and robust men.
Just by sitting there quietly and casting her gaze, she could make someone feel as if they had fallen into an icy cellar, sending a chill through their entire body.
