Yue Xiaofei looked at Su Wanning's flushed little face, so full of excitement, hope, and admiration, and couldn't help finding it funny.
That girl usually found fault with everything he did and called him a "country bumpkin" every chance she got.
Yet she worshipped his "national hero" identity to the core.
The contrast was so stark that, for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Yue Xiaofei met Su Wanning's eyes, fell silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.
"I met him."
"Wow!"
Su Wanning let out a delighted squeal!
The people behind her gasped too.
"You really met him?!"
"Tell us! What does the hero look like?!"
"Yeah! Is he like the stories say—eight feet tall, broad as a tiger, like a god descended from heaven?"
The crowd instantly surrounded Yue Xiaofei, peppering him with questions.
Su Wanning was practically pressed against him, her wide eyes sparkling like stars.
"Is he... is he handsome? How old is he? What's his name?!"
She fired off a string of questions in one breath.
The starry-eyed look on her face left Xu Yaoyang seething with jealousy.
Fuck!
I've bent over backward to impress you all this time, and you've never looked at me like that!
Some damn hero who came out of nowhere gets mentioned once, and he's already stolen your heart?!
Xu Yaoyang was furious, but he didn't dare show it. He could only watch sourly from the side.
Su Wanning was shaking Yue Xiaofei so much that he felt a little dizzy.
Looking at her as she stared at him like she could devour him, a mischievous thought struck him.
He cleared his throat and deliberately put on an air of mystery.
Then he raised a hand and pointed at his own face.
"That hero..."
He drew out the