An Xiaoke heard Zhang Yang's taunts from inside and turned to look at Long Fei.
She was quite annoyed, thinking that Long Fei would give Zhang Yang a piece of his mind, but instead, the guy was surprisingly calm.
She asked, "Aren't you angry?"
Long Fei smiled lightly, "Why should I be angry? Isn't he about to become my 'son'?"
"You sure are confident!"
An Xiaoke giggled.
Long Fei asked her, "Zhang Yang is considered a talented young man, don't you feel anything for him?"
"Why are you asking this?"
An Xiaoke blushed, clutching her little hands and sheepishly said, "I've always seen him as a teacher, who knew he'd want me!"
Long Fei said, "It's good you don't fancy him. That kind of person is too arrogant. You wouldn't be happy with him."
An Xiaoke pouted, "Hey, what are you to me? It's none of your business to worry about my lifetime affairs."
Long Fei smiled, "Buddy, I'm just concerned about you! Look at how defenseless you are, how could I not care?"
"Get lost!"
