Feng Yi was horrified, shouting sternly, "What... what do you want to do? Stay away!"
She went out today with two bodyguards, but even though both were top-notch, how could they possibly face so many people? They were already starting to falter.
Xu Haohao's heart was racing. Beside her, Feng Huaimu, who had just finished a skewer of lamb, raised his beautifully arched jaw and said with a smile, "Don't worry, someone is coming."
That head of golden hair was dazzling and striking. From afar, the figure with extremely fair skin skimmed down the long street, leaving behind scattered remnants of shadows. In no time at all, the figure had rapidly approached.
A group of agile martial artists followed behind that figure.
Xu Haohao wanted to cry out, it was indeed Xuan Ting, he really came.
The moment Xuan Ting arrived, he spotted Xu Haohao, who was forcibly pressed down by Feng Huaimu onto the greasy table, her clean and pure eyes shining with a hint of surprise at his appearance.
