"Y-You… what's wrong?"
"N-Nothing." Lin Zifeng shook his head and grinned. "Come on, I'm a bit hungry. Treat me to a meal."
"Heehee, no problem."
But just as the two of them walked out of the shop, Dongfang Xiaohuang's steps suddenly halted. She whipped around and dragged Lin Zifeng toward another direction.
You could clearly see the little girl's face had turned a bit grim.
"What's up?" Lin Zifeng asked.
"Don't talk. We're leaving."
With that, she kept pulling Lin Zifeng forward.
"Yo! Isn't this Dongfang Xiaohuang from the Marquis Mansion? Oh? Why're you walking off as soon as you see this young master?"
Suddenly… a rather unpleasant voice sounded from behind Lin Zifeng.
Lin Zifeng turned around, following the voice. He saw a handsome young man in a white robe strolling toward them with a squinty smile. Behind the youth were three or four fairly decent-looking guys, all dressed in fancy clothes, walking over with unfriendly faces.
