Chen Feng shrugged his shoulders helplessly and looked around.
It was deep into the night, and the moonlight was weak. Moreover, being near the suburbs, there were hardly any streetlights, just one or two dim ones flickering eerily.
The entire street was pitch black, the surrounding buildings seemed old and desolate, and the small alley in front of him was filled with a cold, sinister air.
Compared to the street outside, the alley was even darker and more bone-chillingly cold, without a single person in sight. The night wind blew, making a wooing sound, eerily like a scene from a horror movie.
Seeing this scene, Chen Feng frowned and sighed softly.
Well, I might as well wait, he thought. Leaving a girl in this kind of eerie place in the middle of the night isn't something a responsible man would do.
Besides, Zhuo Yating was Zhou Bohou's subordinate; he couldn't afford to lose her, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain himself to Zhou Bohou later.
