Before long, Ling Feng and Qin Wanwan walked into the cafeteria side by side.
Lifting his eyes, he spotted a "familiar face," He Zhonglei!
"You two?"
He Zhonglei, seeing Ling Feng actually entering the cafeteria arm in arm with Qin Wanwan, his eyelids twitched violently.
In terms of beauty, Zhou Yun was entirely no match for Qin Wanwan.
"How ridiculous, truly ridiculous! It's like a fresh flower stuck in cow dung!"
Half a month had passed, and He Zhonglei still bore bruises of blue and purple, though his swollen face had subsided, and even his broken teeth had regrown.
Ling Feng frowned, about to retort, but Qin Wanwan on his side beat him to it.
She channeled her True Qi and delivered a fierce kick directly at He Zhonglei's groin, venting angrily, "Shut your nonsense, you bastard. Today I'm going to make you regret it!"
This was not the first time Ling Feng had experienced Qin Wanwan's temper.
