"Little Ninth, since that's the case, let's go!" Chu Feng had originally come with his three followers to follow Beiting Huang. He didn't expect Wang Wei to object first. Instead of staying here and being humiliated, it was better to leave.
"No!"
Beiting Huang held Chu Feng's hand. A cold feeling slid into his palm. It was soft to the touch. Her small hand was as smooth as a fish and carried a bit of fragrance. Chu Feng's heart suddenly jumped. It was like holding a daughter's hand.
However, Beiting Huang did not notice it at all. She took a step forward and stared at Wang Wei with a sneer. The corners of her lips curled up slightly. "Your Excellency Wang Wei, you said that I'm trash. Did you see that I'm trash? Did you see it with your own eyes? There are some things that might not be true even if you saw it with your own eyes, let alone hearsay!"
