After Tang Qingyun left, Zhihua picked up the phone, dialed a number, said a few words, then stood up and also walked outside, but the direction she took was not the same as Tang Qingyun's, it was a completely different direction.
On the other side, after leaving the private room, Tang Qingyun walked straight downstairs without any hesitation.
Although he had obtained the blueprint for the Peacock Plume, there was not much joy evident on Tang Qingyun's face. Cooperating with Zhihua was like asking a tiger for its skin; a slight misstep could invite a wolf into his home.
Even though Zhihua presented the blueprint for making the Peacock Plume, Tang Qingyun's heart remained cautious and alert rather than one of sincere trust.
There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world, and with Zhihua offering such a generous reward, he had no choice but to take it seriously.
