Si Mobai's almond eyes were like cold knives slashing Zhang Tiancheng, and his voice sounded like it came from the very depths of hell. "I'll give you one hour to clear up all the rumors."
"Wha-?" Zhang Tiancheng was stunned. Clear up what rumors?
"I'll rather fall for a pig than her." Si Mobai then turned to Feng Tianlan, and his icy gaze immediately melted into water as he walked right past her.
Feng Tianlan felt that her palm had been pinched, and she stiffened. She looked up, but the culprit had already walked away as if nothing had happened. The numb, hot feeling in her hand made her face redden.
This man was a real hooligan, somersaulting through her window and sleeping in her bed at night. Now, he was teasing her in broad daylight.
"Tianlan, why is your face so red?" Luo Yunzhu saw that Feng Tianlan was blushing, then she looked at Wargod walking away and couldn't help but tease her, "Oh, has Wargod captured your heart? Need my help?"
