After Wang Guofeng sang Jonathan Lee’s Men’s Thirty, his voice was robust and filled with emotions that invited applause.

Returning to his seat, Huo Kun gave him a thumbs up and whispered in his ears, “Young Master Feng is truly Young Master Feng. You’re not called a lady killer for nothing.”

Wang Guofeng humbly waved his hand and smiled. “With our relationship, I don’t think we need to flatter each other. You spoke through the phone that you have something that you’d like to ask me, and I wonder if we can talk about it now?”

Huo Kun nodded his head and waved his hand towards everyone else. “You guys go next door for a brief moment. I have something to talk to Young Master Feng about.”

Since he was the bankroller today, everyone stood up and headed for the room next door after turning off the karaoke system. Instantly, the room fell into silence and Huo Kun’s glance fell onto Ling Yu with hesitation.

Seeing through his thoughts, Wang Guofeng smiled. “My Junior Brother isn’t the kind to spout secrets.”

Feeling relieved, Huo Kun lowered his voice, “I visited the hospital a few days ago and nearly lost my life. I invited...