Chu Feng's words represented his determination and also his attitude. He had no problem handling himself; if he died, that would be his own lack of ability. However, touching those close to him was something Chu Feng could not tolerate. It was his reverse scale; no one should touch it.
Sister Xinyan looked at the resolute Chu Feng and said, "Sister, I'm really jealous of you for finding such a perfect gentleman."
An Rongrong playfully retorted, "Sister Xinyan, you're making fun of me again. Besides, didn't I lend him to you for a few days before?"
Sister Xinyan replied with a wistful tone, "You did lend him to me for a few days, but, unfortunately, I didn't have the skills to charm him."
An Rongrong chuckled, "Then you can't blame your sister."
Sister Xinyan sighed, "That's why I'm envious of you, right?"
As Chu Feng listened, things got more and more outrageous, and he couldn't help but remind them, "Hey, hey, we're discussing serious matters here. Can you two be serious?"
