C108 Secret Surveillance
Lin Feng sped towards Zhao Tianyu's company in his Maserati GranCabrio, with Zhang Xiaoman chattering away beside him in the passenger seat like a lively sparrow.
"By the way, Xiaoman," Lin Feng said, struck by a sudden thought, "I haven't seen your father around. Where is he?"
Zhang Xiaoman's vivaciousness faded at the question, and a bitter smile crept onto her face