Chapter 50 Young Master Qian’s Unique Aesthetic Sense
"Fei’er." Hu Jiaojiao hurriedly handed over the sunglasses she had picked up to her, whispering, "I saw someone taking photos, we should leave quickly, it’d be bad if this blows up."
Deng Feifei had gone to great lengths to see Mu Shuoqian, but in the end, she only managed to catch a glimpse of his legs, and feeling unsatisfied was putting it mildly.
Only when the surrounding chatter gradually reached her ears did Deng Feifei realize how disheveled she currently looked; she snatched the sunglasses from Hu Jiaojiao’s hands with annoyance and said in a low voice, "Make sure you remember those who took photos, I’ll make them pay."
Hu Jiaojiao helplessly shook her head; how could she possibly remember so many people, as if she was supposed to be both her bodyguard and assistant.
Just as Deng Feifei was leaving, she coincidentally saw Gu Qili standing under a tree, with a mocking smile on her face amid the mottled tree shadows, like watching a jumping clown.
Deng Feifei felt a surge of blood rush to her head, angry at being seen at her worst by Gu Qili. Although she was aggrieved, she did not want to start another dispute in front of so many onlookers, so she could only glare fiercely at Gu Qili a couple of times before leaving under the escort of Hu Jiaojiao.
"Serves her right." Gu Qili curled her lip, feeling as refreshed as if she had just drunk a bottle of ice-cold Sprite in the heat of summer, her spirits soaring.
However, Gu Qili found it strange that Mu Shuoqian had previously inquired about Deng Feifei—it seemed he was interested in her. Now that she had taken the initiative to come to him, he didn’t even spare her a glance. Men really are fickle.