Suddenly, the smile on Mo Feng's face froze. The words he had planned, which were meant to reflect his magnanimity and broad-mindedness, reached his lips only to be swallowed back down.
A trace of gloominess flitted across the depths of his eyes as he took a few steps forward, arriving in front of the two before they could react.
The shadow in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a warm and pleasant smile.
He didn't glance at Lin Hao, his gaze focusing on Sun Feifei: "Feifei, you must have been frightened by what just happened, right?"
The two stopped in their tracks.
Sun Feifei furrowed her brows: "What happened?"
Mo Feng was momentarily taken aback: "Just now, didn't your aunt throw the liquor pot at you? You didn't know?"
Seeing Mo Feng made Sun Feifei feel sick to her stomach.
In public, Mo Feng was a genius, a good boy.
But behind the scenes, not only was he a philanderer, but he was also a pervert!
It was important to note that the scars on her hand still hadn't faded.
