"You—" Wei Hang couldn't hold back his fury.
But quickly, as he admired the lively expression on Lu Fengxuan's face, his mood adjusted again.
A beauty, with pride and attitude, being difficult to approach is perfectly normal.
He should have expected this.
Thinking such thoughts, Wei Hang's shifty eyes scanned Lu Fengxuan's figure up and down, lingering especially on her chest for a while.
The action was overt enough that even if Lu Fengxuan were blind, she'd have sensed it. The mocking curve at the corner of her mouth faded.
This subtle change in her expression, however, failed to catch Wei Hang's attention.
Perhaps he didn't regard her, a supposedly weak woman, as significant. He was innately accustomed to gawking at women in this manner, deriving some hidden pleasure from it.
Wei Hang, oblivious to his impending doom, leaned in closer, wearing a repulsive grin as he said conspiratorially:
