Feng Jiu swirled her wine glass and leaned against the window lazily as if she had no bones in her body and listened to the discussion coming from the restaurant. She listened to the gossip and enjoyed the leisurely moment.
Suddenly, she felt someone staring at her. She turned around and followed the feeling, and saw a man coming up from downstairs, staring at her the whole time. This was the man they had shaken off the other day.
Xuanyuan Mo Ze glanced at the man with his indifferent black eyes and frowned slightly. When he saw that the man kept staring at Feng Jiu, he couldn't help but feel unhappy. Naturally, a pressure was released from his body and attacked that person.
The man stood at the stairs and stared at Feng Jiu. Suddenly, he felt a strong pressure coming towards him, and that pressure caused his legs to soften, making him roll down the stairs.
"Ah!"
