Su Nian leaned against Zheng Haoyu, staring at his handsome face for a while. Not only in B City, but once out the door, countless people would fixate on Zheng Haoyu's face. His allure comes partly from his exceedingly beautiful face and partly from his overwhelming personal charisma.
But now someone ignored Zheng Haoyu's face and greeted her directly. Su Nian found this number three definitely not simple.
"What's wrong? Afraid to talk to me? Or have you walked too many dark roads and are now scared?" Number three sneered, using a taunt Su Nian found almost childish.
Zheng Haoyu wrapped his arm around Su Nian's waist, glaring at number three with cold, icy eyes. Su Nian stayed nestled in his embrace, contemplating whether Zheng Haoyu's face had lost its value. She wasn't worried about number three's issue; if her man wanted to stand up for her, why shouldn't she be pleased?
