"Thank you? I just happened to come across it, it was no trouble at all."
Facing Mu Yanluo's sincere expression, Jiang Feng shook his head, his face calm.
But the more indifferent he appeared, the more complex Mu Yanluo's gaze became.
Today's events, to say the least, were quite troublesome. If Jiang Feng hadn't stepped in to help her out, who knows how far the fiasco would have gone.
Mu Yanluo is clear about what she loves and hates. To say she has no resentment toward Jiang Feng at all would be a lie, after all, Jiang Feng killed her only brother.
But so many things happened afterward, and she was rescued and helped by Jiang Feng several times. Even the coldest heart would be melted.
Moreover, she knew it was her brother who provoked Jiang Feng first, and ending up miserable was entirely his own doing, not Jiang Feng's fault.
