The man in luxurious attire flashed what he thought to be a suave and charming smile, his gaze full of anticipation as he looked at the few extraordinary beauties in front of him. His gaze swept across the four faces, eventually settling on the red-dressed, languid and carefree Feng Jiu.
Unlike the other three, this woman in red gave off an air of defiance that caught his attention. The languid ease that radiated from her every gesture tugged at his heart, making it impossible for him to take his eyes off her.
Leng Shuang and the other two followers trailing behind Feng Jiu shot a frosty glare at the man who was gawking at their master. All three of them looked stone cold, but since their master hadn't said anything and the man hadn't done anything else, they took no action.
Feng Jiu looked at the luxuriously dressed man before her, her beautiful face broke into a slight smile, and her languid voice filled with indifference escaped her lips, "No, please make way."
