Watching Ordon Finnegan leave furiously, a rare panic streaked through Madam Feng's charming, seductive eyes. She couldn't help but feel afraid, wondering if she really should oppose the Nightingale Alliance...
"Has he gone?" A faint voice suddenly drifted into the kitchen.
"What are you doing here!" Madam Feng pulled her in and tightly shut the kitchen door.
"Don't worry, no one outside is watching me. They all think we are enemies, they'd never guess I'd come to you."
Winny Johnsons stretched out, standing in front of her, angrily venting, "Damn it, just now in the private room, I was so suffocated, crouching on the floor, and no one treated me like a person."
"Just endure it a bit longer, we will eventually eliminate Ella Thompson!" Madam Feng was confident.
"But with Mr. Gong there, it feels very tricky."
