After the new disciples departed, Feng Fan shot Xue Qiang an annoyed glance.
Noticing his expression, she chuckled softly and moved closer. "What's wrong, Fanfan? You don't look so good," she teased with a mischievous smile.
'This girl really deserves a beating!' Feng Fan thought, clenching his jaw.
Before he could retort, someone suddenly latched onto his arm.
"Ah, Feng Fan, so you're not her lover after all," said Huang Xue, leaning against him and pressing her chest against his arm with shameless boldness.
Feng Fan's face flushed with surprise, caught completely off guard by her boldness.
Xue Qiang's expression darkened instantly. Her eyes flared with a mix of jealousy and indignation. "Vixen! Let go of Fanfan! Who said he doesn't have a lover? I'm his lover!"
Huang Xue tilted her head slightly, her brows knitting together in apparent confusion. "Didn't you just say he didn't return your feelings?"