Su Lin stepped off the bus, followed by Song Yiyi, who looked dazed.
As soon as he exited, he saw a bespectacled drifter leaning against the bus.
Su Lin was a bit surprised. Nearsightedness is rare among martial artists.
Chen Feng seemed to see through his thoughts. He straightened up, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and calmly explained:
"Non-prescription glasses. I'm used to it."
After speaking, he extended his hand to Su Lin:
"Chen Feng, second head of the Yunzhou Clan. Nice to meet you, Young Master Lin. If you've finished talking, I'll take the person back."
He pointed at Song Yiyi.
"Just call me Su Lin. No problem, we've had a pleasant chat and it's over."
Su Lin cheerfully shook hands with him, as if nothing had happened.
Chen Feng's eyelids twitched slightly, thinking this composure and thick-skinned manner, could he have been a reckless wastrel?
"Shall I leave first?" Su Lin pointed at the road.
"Please do." Chen Feng stepped aside.
