Very soon, Yu Chiyin and Song Sixuan also noticed Lu Fengxuan's presence.
Yu Chiyin stood there without much expression, as if they were merely strangers.
In contrast, Song Sixuan furrowed her dark eyebrows, pursed her lips, as if she was displeased by this constant encounter.
In the next moment, Song Sixuan greeted politely, "Miss Lu, what a coincidence, we meet again."
The previous confrontations had already seeded discontent in Song Sixuan's heart towards Lu Fengxuan, especially concerning Yu Chiyin; a strong sense of crisis instinctively arose within her.
At this moment, though Song Sixuan was smiling while greeting, there was a hint of sarcasm in her words.
Implicitly mocking Lu Fengxuan for deliberately following them.
"Yes, what a coincidence."
Lu Fengxuan responded with a mocking smile as well, her gaze coldly swept over the man beside her, and her hand at her side clenched into a fist.
