As he saw she was about to leave, Elder Zheng hurriedly called out, "Miss Feng, please wait."

Feng Muqing paused in her steps, her expression darkening. She was in a hurry, and this old man was still delaying her.

Upon thinking of his status, Feng Muqing forcibly restrained her itching hand.

"What is it?" A voice as cold as frost emerged.

Elder Zheng and others could clearly hear her barely concealed irritation and impatience. Zhang ...