Quan Yi stood still without moving until Jingrong and the corridor waiter had completely disappeared from view; then, he walked over to Li Fengnian.
He whispered, "Master, I don't know how long Jingrong was there listening earlier, although it wasn't anything important, but Master, I always feel that this woman shouldn't be kept around, perhaps..."
Li Fengnian withdrew his gaze, the corners of his lips slightly curled, revealing a murky, ambiguous smile: "You think, you can touch her?"
Quan Yi was slightly puzzled: "What do you mean, Master?"
She's just a woman, physically weak; if he wanted to lay hands on her, he would have taken her life earlier.
