Chu Lianxin didn’t dare to stay, pulled her bodyguard and quickly ran off, disappearing in front of Su Li and the others.
Xiao Heng laughed and teased, "Good thing those bodyguards came quickly, or else Miss Chu would have fallen down."
Su Li couldn’t quite believe it, would Feng Huaijin really force Chu Lianxin to fall? Why would he invite such a lawsuit for no reason?
Su Li stood aside watching Feng Huaijin, he glanced back at her briefly but ignored her, lifting his leg and starting to walk away.
Su Li immediately chased after him, calling out from behind, "Feng Huaijin, Seventh Master Feng."
The man’s long legs moved quickly into the woods, and Su Li chased for quite a while before managing to block his path.
Su Li’s slightly pale face showed a hint of gratitude, "Just now... thank you." Fresh chapters posted on novel•fire.net
She hadn’t yet reacted earlier and was almost pushed down by Chu Lianxin.
If it weren’t for Feng Huaijin... just thinking about it made Su Li scared.
"Who are you?" Feng Huaijin asked.
Su Li was dumbfounded by his question, "I... Su Li. Did you lose your memory?"
Feng Huaijin was caught off guard by Su Li’s assertive manner, his Adam’s apple paused, and with a slight smile, he retorted, "Su Li? Isn’t Su Li working out at home? Who are you?"
Su Li’s cute, dumpling-like face instantly turned bright red, the blush spreading across her cheeks like climbing ivy.
He... he was taunting her about that phone call just now.
She had lied earlier, saying she was working out at home, and yet he caught her so quickly.
Xiao Heng gave Su Li a thumbs up and then walked to the side.
Su Li, this young lady, truly is a warrior among warriors. He went to the side to take a break.
Su Li felt embarrassed and awkward, and after a long moment, managed to squeeze a sentence through her clenched teeth, "I was wrong just now, can you, as an adult, not hold a grudge against me?"
Her voice, full of grievance and embarrassment, was like a cool mountain breeze in the forest, blowing away the annoyance in the heart.
Feng Huaijin still didn’t speak, maintaining his proud stance, his jawline tight, exuding boundless coldness.
Su Li sighed. Who said girls are hard to appease? Tuanzi’s father is the real challenge.
Su Li sneaked a glance at him, seeing his white shirt soaked with sweat, clinging to his back, and sweat beads covering his forehead under his hair.
Su Li quickly pulled out a white handkerchief from her pocket, holding it up ingratiatingly, "Would you like to wipe?"
Feng Huaijin retorted, "Don’t you have hands?"
Su Li froze for a second, and then quickly realized, picking up the faintly scented handkerchief, she reached out to wipe his forehead.
The fragrance on the cloth made Feng Huaijin squint slightly, his eyes lowering.
Su Li thought to herself, this Seventh Master Feng is indeed difficult to please, with demands that are ridiculously high.
"Are you cursing me in your mind?"
Su Li shook her head vigorously, promising, "No, how dare I curse you in my mind?"
Just as Su Li was about to throw away the now-dirty handkerchief, Feng Huaijin took it unabashedly, saying in a detached tone, "Don’t misunderstand, I just happened to pass by and called out."
Su Li nodded, "I know, being helpful is a virtue everyone should have."
Feng Huaijin was at a loss for words, staring at her for a while, then made a cold humph from his throat and walked outside.
Su Li looked bewildered, did she say something wrong?
"Helpful? That term might be misplaced when it comes to me."
In Yanjing, it’s said that he is cold-hearted and unfeeling, helpful? He is not some good citizen of Jiang City.