Yun Feng sat on the chair next to Su Yu, propping his chin and looking at him, and said lightly, "Hey, have you really taken a liking to Han Jing?"
Su Yu didn't even spare him a glance.
Yun Feng…
"Alright, alright, I won't say anything more. But do you think, with Youyou's temper, it even dares to bite your master, could it acknowledge Han Jing? You better not be joking, I don't want to get bitten too, the tooth marks on my butt still haven't disappeared... Speaking of this, Yun Feng felt the agony, a painful memory of Blood!
"If you say it's from me, it will listen," Su Yu glanced at Yun Feng, "Also, mind your tongue, if you say something you shouldn't, you might as well stop talking altogether in the future."
"Hmph," Yun Feng hummed softly, "If you don't like her, then why are you so nice to her..."
