Wu Liang's face flushed crimson. After a long moment, he said, "Fine! Very good! Just fine! In that case, I'll be taking my leave!"
Watching Wu Liang's retreating figure, Wang Chao said worriedly, "Miss Fengling, you shouldn't have provoked a man like that. *Sigh*... You know how petty he is. There's no telling what someone like him might do!"
Fengling nodded. "I know, but I couldn't help myself. You wouldn't understand!"
Standing to the side, Anya, with her natural feminine sensitivity, could tell from Fengling's words that her connection to Ling Xiao was more than a simple acquaintance. Gazing at Fengling's plain, ordinary face, Anya's mind couldn't stop wandering.
'If I had been a little more forward back then, perhaps I'd be the one talking about him like that now.'
