From behind the roadside trees not far away came four people. Leading them was none other than Zhou Xiaotong.
She wore a light gray fur cloak and a matching brimless hat. Her black leather boots crunched through the snow.
Her looks and bearing had always been cold, glamorous, and noble. Now, walking through the snow, she seemed to float like an immortal.
Behind her followed one woman and two men, the men handsome and the woman beautiful.
All three were taller than she was, yet none of them could steal even a trace of her limelight.
Yuan Huapeng frowned slightly at the sight and spoke in displeasure. "Xiaotong, that's enough. This is a private gathering. What's with you barging in?"
"Is that so?" In the blink of an eye, Zhou Xiaotong had climbed the steps and entered the pavilion atop the rockery. She looked coldly at Yuan Huapeng. "I remember this is a public place. Are you saying you've bought it?"
"There's no point in saying that," Yuan Huapeng said, his face darkening. "Since you call me brother, don't you know that everything has a first come, first served rule?"
"Yes, I call you brother, yet you gossip behind my back... aren't you ashamed?"
Yuan Huapeng choked on that, then spoke resentfully. "I didn't say anything about you, did I?"
He was genuinely glad that he had spotted her half a second earlier. Otherwise, he would have been utterly humiliated.
Who didn't talk about others behind their backs? But once he had been caught red-handed, he would never be able to hold his head up again.
However, Zhou Xiaotong had no intention of tangling with him. Instead, she turned to Feng Jun. "Not bad. You do things properly."
Those were precisely the words Feng Jun had used to judge her