As soon as he saw He Jiaren, he immediately hugged He Jiaren into his arms.

"Are you...are you okay?"

Lin Feng's uncharacteristic enthusiasm actually made He Jiaren feel a little uneasy.

"Do you know that the phone call you made to me before saved Liu Mengdie's life?"

Until now, Lin Feng still has lingering fears.

If only when he walked out of the hospital where Yu Gutian was staying, He Jiaren called him and told him that Liu Mengdie had gone to the Blue Ocean Club.

He really couldn't imagine how miserable Liu Mengdie's fate would be.

"It's not that exaggerated."

He Jiaren shook her head and expressed doubts.

It wasn't until she listened to Lin Feng's explanation that she realized that Lin Feng was not exaggerating when he said she saved Liu Mengdie's life.

"I saved your wife, how are you going to thank me?"

He Jiaren looked at Lin Feng with a charming smile.

"At best, I can stay with you for a few more nights."

"Let you taste enough of the local specialties from my hometown."

Lin Feng's evil smile and malicious eyes made He Jiaren's heart beat wildly and she couldn't help herself.

then.

The conversation changed and he told He Jiaren that the floor and furniture in He Jiaren's house were badly damaged by Yu Gutian's people.

"Are you okay?"

He Jiaren didn't care about how her home was damaged. She was only worried about Lin Feng's safety.

"How could those ants hurt me?"

Lin Feng was once again moved by He Jiaren's concern, and was filled with warmth. "Afterwards, they also realized their mistakes."

"So, I gave you a compensation."

While talking, Lin Feng took out the bank card Yu Gutian compensated him and stuffed it into He Jiaren's hand.

"Let's get a bigger house."

"I heard from Noonuo that the house where you mother and daughter live now was bought by Zhou Zhaodi."

"You and Zhou Huaian have divorced, and he is dead again."

Lin Feng muttered, "Zhou Zhaodi will definitely try his best to get the house back."

He Jiaren looked bitter, "The house in Xinghai is very expensive. I'm afraid this compensation won't even be enough to pay for a one-bedroom apartment."

In her opinion, the compensation offered by the other party may only be 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.

It was not until a few hours later, when she saw a series of zeros after the word 3 on the ATM screen, that she realized that the compensation offered by the other party was an astronomical figure that she had never seen before.

A whole three million!

"Why is the compensation so high?"

"How can the furniture and floors I use be worth so much?"

He Jiaren called Lin Feng and went straight to the point, "I know you are afraid that giving me money directly will embarrass me."

"That's why you use this method to help me tactfully."

"I can't take your money."

Lin Feng on the other end of the phone was dumbfounded.

Fortunately, he gave He Jiaren the three million card. If he had given him the twenty-one million card, he would most likely be scared to death, and he would not be able to explain it at all.

"The three million in the card is indeed the compensation given to you by the other party."

Lin Feng responded truthfully, "If you don't believe it, then I will call the other party now and ask him to explain it to you in person."

"Three million in the eyes of a rich person is no different from three hundred dollars in the eyes of you and me."

He Jiaren always felt that Lin Feng was deceiving her with his words.

No matter how rich a person is, it is impossible to use three million as three hundred yuan.

"I can't take this money."

He Jiaren expressed her attitude again, "I would rather rent a house than use this money to buy a house."

Lin Feng was speechless for a moment.

Never expected:

He Jiaren's temperament is so arrogant!

"Where are you?"

"I'm coming to find you."

"I want to return this card to you."

Facing the stubborn He Jiaren, Lin Feng had to compromise and give his current position to He Jiaren.

He Jiaren took out her bank card and was about to go to see Lin Feng when a hoarse and low male voice suddenly came from behind:

"Madam, my young master wants to see you."

As soon as He Jiacai turned around, a hood covered her head, her vision went dark, and she fainted immediately...

…

It's only ten minutes' walk from the bank where He Jiaren works to the coffee shop where Lin Feng works.

However, Lin Feng waited for half an hour, but He Jiaren did not show up.

This made Lin Feng feel a little flustered.

Call back He Jiaren’s phone number.

However, no one answered.

At this moment, Lin Feng received another call from Chong Feihu.

"Mr. Lin, the time for the fight is set at seven o'clock in the evening."

"The location is at the Mengren Boxing Gym."

As soon as Chong Feihu opened his mouth, he went straight to the topic without unnecessary nonsense, "The right way is to know yourself and the enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without danger."

"But until now, I still don't know who the Qingbo Group's contestant will be on stage tonight."

Lin Feng asked thoughtfully, "You didn't publicize the fact that I went on stage to compete, did you?"

"No."

Chong Feihu answered very simply.

"In other words, neither the enemy nor we know who the other player is on the stage?"

Lin Feng, who was still a little worried, asked again.

"Yes."

Chong Feihu's answer made Lin Feng very satisfied.

"I don't want to show my true colors to others."

"Prepare a mask for me."

Chong Feihu didn't dare not satisfy Lin Feng's needs and repeatedly said that there was no problem.

"At four o'clock in the afternoon, you send someone to pick me up at Liu's Group."

After ending the call with Chong Feihu.

Lin Feng called He Jiaren again.

He Jiaren's phone call still didn't go through.

Five minutes later.

Lin Feng came to the bank.

Under his coercion of both kindness and power, the bank supervisor entered the control room.

Surveillance video was found of He Jiaren standing in front of the ATM, being taken away by a big man wearing sunglasses and black clothes, and being knocked unconscious after covering her head with a hood.

"Sir... this... this is none of my business..."

"I...I don't know anything..."

The bank supervisor, who had been beaten by Lin Feng for a long time, had a bruised nose and face, hesitantly defended himself.

Lin Feng kicked him away, ran out of the control room, and came to the ATM where He Jiaren was previously.
To be continued...