Yun Chujiu was gazing up at the sky. Her neck was craned at a beautiful forty-five degree angle, a gloomy look on her face. Round the corner, someone snickered.
Yun Chujiu spun around. The source of snickering was the very person the pretty boy had sent flying.
An Feng had been tremendously anxious. He had been worried that Di Beiming would punish him. That anxiety vanished when he saw the funny look on Yun Chujiu's face. He could not help but laugh. Even the usually expressionless An Yin could not fight off the twitching of his mouth.
Yun Chujiu scolded them in her heart. 'Birds of a feather really flock together. The pretty boy's subordinates are no better than him!'
"What are you laughing at? Have you never seen a bald person, or have you never seen such a beautiful bald head?" Yun Chujiu glared at An Feng fiercely.
