Han Feng ignored him and asked in return, "What did you do to Xiao Qiao?"
"What the hell does it have to do with you?"
The hardships and torment of the past few days had long since stripped Jun Ting of his usual grace.
He went around Han Feng, intending to leave, but seemed to remember something and stopped. He stared intently at Han Feng's face.
Han Feng felt prickly under his gaze and instinctively took a step back. "Y-you... what are you looking at?"
"You..."
Jun Ting finally remembered where he had seen that face before.
Although the other man had only appeared for a few minutes at that banquet, he had left a deep impression.
He narrowed his brows as he scrutinized Han Feng's appearance and the wariness in his eyes, then shook his head.
It probably wasn't him.
One was dirty and stinking, dressed in rags, simple-minded and foolish. The other was cold and ruthless, disowned all his relatives, and was a neat freak.
How could they possibly be the same person?
Thinking that Su Qiao would rather be with a man like this than accept his advances, Jun Ting felt even more indignant.
"What exactly is so good about you?"
As he spoke, Jun Ting reached out and shoved him. His eyes were full of contempt, though he could not conceal his jealousy. "You're stupid and uncouth, useless, and a penniless pauper. What exactly makes her treat you differently?"
Han Feng's expression turned cold for a moment, but he quickly gritted his teeth and held it back.
He clenched the fist hanging at his side. "I won't lie to her."
"You...?"
Han Feng's single sentence struck right at the heart of the matter.
The biggest problem between Jun Ting and Su Qiao was that he had