It was true that to many teenage girls, Young Lord Feng was also an ideal future husband, but Zuo Qingluan thought very highly of herself and only saw Feng Xun as Jun Linyuan's minion. Since she thought she was going to be Jun Linyuan's future wife, she didn't think much of Feng Xun.
Feng Xun pursed his lips. "You do believe that you're the sacred lady, don't you? How arrogant."
Zuo Qingluan was so mad that she almost couldn't keep a straight face.
She wanted to go back inside, but Feng Xun blocked her way. "Wait."
She glared at Feng Xun.
Feng Xun said, "Why are you still going inside?"
Since she wouldn't be his friend, he wouldn't treat her like one.
Zuo Qingluan frowned at Feng Xun.
Feng Xun said, "Can't you see what's going on inside? The two of them are having a moment together. Don't be a third wheel!"
Zuo Qingluan's nails dug into her palms.
