Brandon put the cigarette between his fingers into his mouth and bit it. His sharp eyes pierced through the smoke and swept towards Savanna.
However, after meeting his gaze for a second, Savanna lost. Just as she was about to flee helter-skelter, Brandon coldly snorted, "I underestimated you. Savanna, so many men revolve around you. Are you proud?"
Savanna had wanted to leave, but after hearing his words, she immediately raised his head and straightened her back. "Compared to you, I'm far too inferior. You can't even count the number of girls you have with your hands, right?"
Brandon looked at her and smiled. "Are you jealous?"
"Jealous?"
The smile in Savanna's eyes was tinged with mockery.
"Brandon, don't overestimate yourself. I, Savanna, will never be jealous of you in this life."