"You've met a scammer."
At that moment, Lin Zifeng walked up from behind the little girl, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
Seeing the sumptuous dinner laid out on the table, Lin Zifeng grinned and exclaimed, "Wow! What a feast today! I've got to try this."
As he spoke these words, Lin Zifeng nearly ignored Nangong Bing's captivating gaze. In Nangong Bing's heart, not only was this guy shameless, but he was also eating my food, drinking my drinks, living in my house—all without any sense of self-awareness. She wondered where this odd fellow popped up from, appalled that her father could even say that this was the son of a family whom ours had once saved.
Lin Zifeng indeed acted as Nangong Bing had imagined, picking up a bowl and started eating heartily without any hesitation, as if he was in his own home.
"Annoying guy, a bodyguard even has the nerve to join the master at the dining table!"
Little girl Hua Buqi glared at him fiercely.
