When the door opened, Song Yan's eyes fell on Chen Fei, who was standing outside the door. She was wearing a long white skirt, her black hair was scattered, and she fell to her waist. Her beautiful face had a pair of watery eyes that were very bright, just like the spirit in the night.

"Come in."

Song Yan invited Chen Fei in and closed the door behind her.

"Is it worth it?"

Song Yan took out the teapot on the table and poured a cup to Chen Fei.

"There's nothing worthwhile or not, just do it when you think about it." Chen Fei put the cup on the table:...