Nan Xia was startled, and as she opened her mouth to scream, a warm palm covered her lips, carrying a faint hint of mint.
It smelled clear and pleasant.
She was forced to turn her head, and this time she saw the man clearly.
"Feng Jingxuan?"
She said in disbelief: "Late at night, how can you be under my apartment?"
The man's hair hung slightly in disarray on his forehead, and he appeared very agitated, his gaze icy cold: "Isn't it about Gu Siyuan? That was fast, finding a new love already."
Nan Xia frowned and said: "Did you come here just to say these things to me?"
She and Xu Luochao had no relation whatsoever, but she saw no need to explain anything to Feng Jingxuan.
Hearing this, the man's expression grew even colder: "That man is just an ordinary employee of the Feng Family, far inferior compared to Gu Siyuan and me. You really aren't picky now, willing to consider just anyone."
Nan Xia clenched her fists, angry: "What's my relationship with him to you?"