"I thought some shameless woman came running to Jun Lin Hall again, but it's just you, Miss Zhao! If I had known it was you, I would have caught you."
Of course, there was no need to speak too nicely to a woman like Zhao Xiaoli. Everyone knew what kind of person she was.
Upon hearing Yan Feng's words, Zhao Xiaoli almost could not contain her anger.
Was he intentionally mocking her, or was it unintentional? Was it because women would frequently hang around Jun Lin Hall, waiting for Yan Feng?
She knew that Yan Feng was really good-looking. He was also the Second Hall Master of Jun Lin Hall, so many women were secretly in love with him.
It was also not uncommon for people to come forward willingly.
"Miss Zhao, are you alright? Did you sprain your foot?" Yan Feng hid his smile and asked again when he saw Zhao Xiaoli's face twitching.
"No, I'm not injured," Zhao Xiaoli replied. She actually wanted to say that she had sprained her ankle.
