The Favored Heiress

Living room, He Chen furrowed his brows, biting on his cigarette mouthpiece and grinding his teeth.

Then he heard Zhui Feng answer matter-of-factly, "First time unfamiliar, second time familiar."

Zhui Feng spoke as he sneaked glances at He Chen’s expression, suspecting that Brother Chen wanted to cut in on his love interests, and he had evidence.

He Chen’s handsome face turned cold as he recalled the scene of Yin Mo and Zhui Feng chatting and laughing, growing more displeased.

This feeling was, of course, not unfamiliar to him, his prey being coveted by others, and those others being acquaintances, capable of being hit yet not lethal.

Seeing He Chen’s expression growing increasingly wrong, Zhui Feng silently stepped back two paces, "Brother Chen, we’re all men, fair..."

The word ’competition’ wasn’t yet spoken when He Chen removed the cigarette from his mouth, his brows furrowed, "You talk fairness with me?"

Zhui Feng pursed his lips, feeling life’s road ahead bleak and bumpy.

So much so that in the future, every time Zhui Feng fancied a girl, he would carefully inquire thoroughly.

For instance, "Do you know the Overlord of the South Sea?"

For instance, "Do you know He Chen of West City?"

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Or, "Among the four bosses of the South Sea’s east, west, south, and north, which one do you know? If you don’t know any, how about we talk about life?"