Zheng-Fu then grimaced. (It was actually Zheng-Fu’s cute and adorable smile.)
When Zheng-Fu sensed that the young woman in black had withdrawn her psychic killing, he turned his head slightly to look at her with a mocking and irritating smirk at the corner of his mouth.
“Younger Brother, who are you smiling at? Or... are you smiling at the Miss in black?” Zheng-Fu's actions were always noticed by Ye-Liu.
“No, I didn’t smile at her. I just smiled at myself, thinking that I might win this auction!” Zheng-Fu consciously turned around and replied to the young man without showing any suspicious gestures.
“Smile at yourself!? Are you crazy for smiling at yourself? But never mind. Even if you smiled at her, I don’t care. Everyone has the right to admire the beautiful flowers.” The young man did not know if Zheng-Fu was telling the truth, but since Zheng-Fu kept his face neutral, he believed him.
Tch!