The man's voice paused, then gradually revealed a faint smile: "No, she should put me in her heart, not just in her eyes."
Zhao Xiaoyan was startled by the sudden cold male voice and staggered, her foot in high heels, instantly sending an indescribable pain up her ankle, so intense that Zhao Xiaoyan's face turned pale, and she gasped sharply.
It hurts!
Zhao Xiaoyan was about to curse, but when she lifted her eyes and saw the man, the words stuck in her throat, and she dared not make a sound.
It… It was Seventh Master Feng! She had seen him a few times before, also at the shooting location of "Phoenix Perching on the Phoenix Tree."
Zhao Xiaoyan, unwilling, managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Hello, Se-Seventh Master Feng."
Feng Huaijin glanced sidelong, his gaze sliding down from Zhao Xiaoyan's head.
Zhao Xiaoyan habitually wanted to show these wealthy men a flattering and charming smile, but heard Feng Huaijin speak disdainfully: "An eyesore, stay away from me."
An… eyesore?
