Show respect to the dog owner, I informed Feng Qihang about the situation.

"Should I talk to Ms. Zhang directly, or would you prefer to communicate with her first?"

Feng Qihang hesitated on the other end of the line for a long time before he said, "There must be a misunderstanding between you two. Just talk it out."

Implying that I should find a way to solve it myself.

I sighed and suddenly realized that his phone might still be monitored.

I dialed Zhang Fengxia's number, and she surprisingly arranged to meet at the same café and in the same private room where I had spoken with Jin Wenyu.

Looking at it this way, were my two meetings with Jin Wenyu also under their watch?

But seeing Zhang Fengxia, I was indeed quite shocked.

Her dress was rustic, her hairstyle greasy, and her plain, even somewhat ugly features were worlds apart from Jin Wenyu!

How could the well-experienced Feng Qihang fall into the hands of such a person?

But thinking about her extreme tactics, I reminded myself not to underestimate her.

"What do you want from me?" she asked.

"Ms. Zhang, could you tell your people to stop? Mr. Feng is already divorced. From now on, you live your life and we don't need to have any further interactions."

Zhang Fengxia's eyes were filled with jealousy and hatred: "Pah, you've taken so much money, do you feel at ease?"

"I earn my living by my skills, issuing proper invoices and paying taxes. What's there to feel uneasy about if it's all legal and compliant?"

Whether she couldn't understand or was deliberately twisting my words, the woman suddenly turned red with fury:

"Are you saying I have no skills? You little whore, who only knows how to seduce men and cheat them out of their money..."

Fortunately, I had anticipated Zhang Fengxia's physical advantage and prepared accordingly before coming.

Before her nails could reach my face, I had already pulled out a self-defense tool.

Startled and caught off guard, she hurriedly retracted her hand.

"This is intentional injury and an infringement of my reputation! I recorded today's incident. If you harass my family again, I won't consider Mr. Feng's face. My husband is a retired policeman. If you extend your claws again, I'll chop them off!"

As I walked out of the room, I bumped into a waiter standing at the door.

The anger and disgust she hadn't managed to hide were just captured by me.