"Look, young lady, you really have a death wish, don't you? The crowd was such a chaos just now, and you still dared to go in. If it wasn't for the fact that I happened to see you, Hong Kong's headlines tomorrow might not be about the Occupy Central events but about how Miss Guo Xinni, the leading talent among the four greatest young women of Hong Kong, was trampled, resulting in her being hospitalized with injuries,"
Chen Feng said irritably after escorting her out.
Once Guo Xinni was out and saw the messy crowd ahead of her, she felt a tremor of fear and quickly thanked Chen Feng, "Thank you."
"All right, Miss Guo, stop following me. I don't have anything you want to know about," Chen Feng suddenly realized he was still holding her hand and felt a bit embarrassed, so he quickly let go.
"Mr. Chen, please don't misunderstand, I don't mean any harm. I just want to talk to you about that painting, rest assured, I won't take up too much of your time," she said.
