Chu Feng paid no attention to the Ye family's pitiful state and walked straight into the hotel banquet hall.
By this time, all the guests had already arrived in the hall, forming small groups and engaging in cheerful conversations, creating a pleasant atmosphere.
"Why are you staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?"
Chu Feng felt a bit helpless and shrugged his shoulders.
Since he entered the banquet hall, Shen Jing Er had been looking at him with a curious and peculiar gaze, making him feel uneasy.
Shen Jing Er raised her eyebrows and asked seriously, "Chu Feng, tell me, who are you exactly?"
"Why do those soldiers show so much respect toward you and call you Marshal?"
"Tell me the truth!"
Shen Jing Er's large eyes flickered as she stared at Chu Feng with great seriousness, as if she wanted to clearly see every detail of him.
During these days, although these soldiers had been protecting her and Shen Wanqian, Shen Jing Er was well aware that these soldiers were extremely proud individuals.
They were only following orders, so their relationship with Shen Wanqian was simply a matter of employment, and they respected each other. Shen Jing Er naturally understood that if these proud soldiers could show such respect, it meant that Chu Feng's status and identity were extraordinary.
"Do you want to know?"
Chu Feng smiled and beckoned her with his finger.
Shen Jing Er quickly approached Chu Feng, feeling the warm breath blowing on her ear, making her feel ticklish. A blush appeared on her pretty face.
Chu Feng whispered, "Because I am the God of War."
Shen Jing Er widened her beautiful eyes in astonishment and looked at Chu Feng, who was smiling mischievously, from head to toe.
Then, her face darkened, and she immediately reached out her small hand and pinched Chu Feng's waist forcefully.
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