Jealousy

Indeed, Xu Anran didn't really want to see him. After all, it was the first time they had met. From the bottom of Xu Anran's heart, she was very afraid of this Guan Lifeng.

"It looks like Fourth Aunt is still afraid of me?" Guan Lifeng smiled faintly, but that smile did not reach his eyes.

Xu Anran looked at Guan Jingfeng's crew cut that was shaped like a pot lid and there was a long scar three inches above his ears. It was not hard to tell that this scar was caused by the special forces, and his cold facial features and tanned face, combined with the scar, made him even more ruthless.

"No, you're overthinking it." Xu Anran turned her face away, no longer looking at his pair of vicious eyes.

It seems that the Fourth Aunt is extremely indifferent to me. I have been out to serve in the army for so many years, and ever since we met at Grandfather's funeral, it has been at least two years since we last met. Guan Lifeng talked to himself.