"Are you Ye Qingfeng?"
Chu Moyun, pausing at the sixtieth step.
Finally, he stared intently at Ye Qingfeng, his face grave.
He asked this question.
"So what if I am?"
Ye Qingfeng spoke calmly.
It seemed that, to him, Chu Moyun was nothing at all.
"Do you realize that Chu Yinghua is not only a member of the Chu family but also the one I, Chu Moyun, care for?"
Chu Moyun sneered coldly.
Ye Qingfeng's playful attitude, he found amusing, very amusing indeed.
In Qian Nan Academy, it was usually him who looked at other students with such an expression.
Unexpectedly, one day, this kind of gaze fell upon him.
Truly unaware of life and death.
These words floated to the forefront of Chu Moyun's mind.
"What is there to boast about? Does she even like you?"
Ye Qingfeng questioned in return.
The corner of his mouth curved into a smile.
"If she doesn't like me, does she like you? You dared to spy on Yinghua bathing; today, I must gouge out your eyes!"
