Being overbearing and jealous might really be contagious.
Bo Jinchuan was standing at the top of the stairs, staring at her with his dark orbs.
Seeing her look over, his eyes shifted slightly and landed lightly on the Malatang in her hand.
Shen Fanxing suddenly felt her hand heating up.
But now was not the time to consider this. How could he appear so openly now?
She quickly gave him a look, hinting for him to hide.
However, the man was indifferent. He stared stubbornly at the Malatang in her hand, feeling that he was going against it.
Seeing Shen Fanxing's expression, Ji Fengmian narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the staircase.
After that, she frowned. The staircase was empty.
She looked at Shen Fanxing and saw that she had just heaved a sigh of relief.
Sensing Ji Fengmian's gaze, Shen Fanxing's heart skipped a beat and she looked uneasy.
