Sunday withdrew his gaze. Beside him, Xue Qinghe looked puzzled and leaned closer.
"What are you looking at, sir?"
As he spoke, he followed Sunday's gaze upstairs, but that single glance made his expression darken completely.
Since the young man had already left, all Xue Qinghe saw was Sunday staring at the Woman in Black on the second floor, with her stunning figure.
A wave of displeasure and sour jealousy rose in his heart, and Xue Qinghe lowered his voice, speaking to Sunday with a sarcastic edge.
"She has quite the figure, doesn't she? You certainly have the leisure to appreciate it, sir. Shall I go introduce you?"
Sunday's mouth twitched at Xue Qinghe's sarcasm. He had no idea what had suddenly gotten into him.
"I was looking at someone else, but he left."
Xue Qinghe's face was full of disbelief. He certainly wasn't buying Sunday's nonsense.
"What a pity. I wonder what sort of remarkable hero could make you stop and stare."
Looking at Xue Qinghe, who seemed positively jealous, Sunday shook his head and headed upstairs first.
Xue Qinghe was a little annoyed, but there were too many people around for him to risk exposing himself. He could only continue following Hu Liena and discussing matters concerning the meeting with her.
Naturally, their exchange did not escape Ning Fengzhi's notice. He narrowed his eyes at the young woman upstairs and spoke to Chen Xin beside him.
"Uncle Jian, doesn't that person look a little familiar?"
Sword Douluo looked up at the second floor and nodded.
"She does. Why does she look so much like that Zhu Zhuqing who spends time with Rongrong?"
"The Zhu Family of the Star Luo Empire..."
Chen Xin's confirmation strengthened Ning Fengzhi's suspicions.
"Well, Uncle Jian, this is none of our business. Let's go."