After the words fell.
People around couldn't help but look over here; some even chuckled quietly.
The man's subordinate noticed, his eyes sharp, and shouted at Qin Feng, "Kid, if you don't want to die, speak directly!"
The man waved his hand for him to stop, curiously looked at Qin Feng, smiled slightly, and asked Zuoqiu Feng, "Speaking of which, Miss Zuoqiu fancying someone like this is truly a surprise."
Zuoqiu Feng raised an eyebrow and said, "Who I like has nothing to do with you!"
"Haha, indeed it has nothing to do with me. It's just a pity that a beautiful flower is stuck in dung, and it seems the flower isn't as good as rumored," the man laughed indifferently.
Zuoqiu Feng was about to reply but was held back by Qin Feng, who said, "Don't bother with him; he's just jealous of me."
"Jealous of you?" Zuoqiu Feng asked.
