Upon hearing that familiar voice, Xu Haohao couldn't help but feel like jumping up in frustration. It was indeed Xuan Ting.
He leaned against the doorway, a hint of mockery appeared on his youthful face, and his golden hair seemed even more like that of the little prince from a book in the night.
Xu Haohao glared at him. Wasn't he supposed to be surrounded by people paying compliments? How did he manage to show up here?
"Don't listen to his nonsense, he..."
Xuan Ting suddenly strode forward, grabbing Xu Haohao's wrist firmly, pulling her behind him, and coldly staring at Feng Huaimu: "Young Master Feng, be careful of being backlashed by deceiving young girls!"
Feng Huaimu frowned, seemingly displeased with Xuan Ting.
Xu Haohao also felt that Xuan Ting was causing trouble by jumping out like this. Why would Feng Huaimu deceive her? What was there to deceive?
