"Peeping Tom?" Ling Feng's brows furrowed as he snorted lightly, "Jiang Wanqing, you'd better get your facts straight—I have absolutely no interest in you, so why would I need to spy on you?"
Indeed, Jiang Wanqing was somewhat attractive, but he had only glanced at her unintentionally—besides, he had saved her life!
"You!" Jiang Wanqing was so angry that her pretty face turned red, and she cursed inwardly: This damn Ling Feng, after peeking at her, still had the nerve to be so self-righteous, as if there could be no one else in the world more shameless than him!
"You hide here and do such vulgar and obscene acts, yet you dare to be so self-righteous. I... I must teach you a lesson!"
"First, look at your feet," Ling Feng shook his head, then turned and walked away, too lazy to deal with this persistently annoying woman.
"Don't go, you explain yourself to me!"
Jiang Wanqing stomped her foot in rage, looked down, and her face instantly turned pale with fright.
