Song Qingshu, hiding in the tree, immediately wore a strange expression. If he had not been certain he was well concealed and that Ouyang Feng could never have discovered him, he would have thought the man was deliberately doing him a favor right in front of him.
Thinking of how Ouyang Feng had once delivered Huang Rong right to his lips, Song Qingshu could not help sighing. This Old Poison might be the dreaded Western Venom to everyone else, but to him, he was nothing less than a great lucky star.
First he had sent Huang Rong over, and now he was practically pushing Zhao Min into his arms. Song Qingshu truly wanted to kiss him in gratitude.
"Miss Zhao, why have you gone silent?" Ouyang Feng looked teasingly at Zhao Min in the distance.
"I have nothing to do with that Song fellow, so there is no need for you to hold back on my account." Zhao Min's face alternated between green and red. Even if she truly had something going on with Song Qingshu, how could she admit it before so many people?
"Hahaha!" Gongsun Zhi was naturally the happiest to hear her answer. "Mr. Ouyang, you heard her yourself, didn't you? It is not that I am refusing to give you face."
Ouyang Feng snorted, his face dark as water, and stood there without comment. Gongsun Zhi ignored him after that. Though he was wary of Western Venom's reputation, his Golden Saber Black Sword was no mere ornament. He believed that even if his martial arts were slightly inferior to Ouyang Feng's, the gap would not be too great. If they truly fought, he had no reason to fear him. Besides, they were now in the same camp. He did not believe Ouyang Feng would fall out