Zuo Qingliu was behind this? Feng Wu smiled a little.
That guy was anything but decent. It seemed that she had done the right thing, putting a price on Zuo Qingliu's head the night before.
"Hey, what's that?" Feng Xun glanced at the invitation in Feng Wu's hand.
"It's for Old Master Xuanyuan's birthday," said Feng Wu with a smile. "He's one of the seven bosses of Imperial College, and I can make use of this rare opportunity."
"Really?" Feng Xun darted a suspicious glance at his sister.
Other people had adorable, doll-like baby sisters, but he had one whose head was filled with wicked ideas. She was smart, witty and cunning, and would never resign herself to defeat.
Why did she want to visit Old Master Xuanyuan? Did she have a secret agenda or something?
At that thought, Feng Xun looked Feng Wu up and down suspiciously. Could she really have no other plans?
