Feng Yiran left in a hurry before Feng Wu could say anything. To him, the mayor was a superior figure.
"Little Feng Wu." Feng Xun poked Feng Wu in the head.
"What?" Rubbing her forehead where Feng Xun had just jabbed her with his finger, Feng Wu glared at Feng Xun with her clear, pretty eyes.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk —" Feng Xun pursed his lips. "That's so not like you. Back then, Feng Yiran used to hang on your every word. You just let him treat you like that now? You're not mad?"
Feng Wu rolled her eyes, irritated. "… Aren't you people ever going to leave?"
Feng Xun gloated. "We were going to leave after that meal, but this is getting more and more interesting. How can we leave now? Hahaha —"
Feng Wu smacked her forehead. Turning around, she met Jun Linyuan's brooding eyes… before she knew it, her back went stiff.
