The Love-struck Feng Jianing

Feng Jianing's face was suffused with a faint red blush, and her dull eyes were filled with love. The scene of Xie Jiuhan rushing into the bathroom with a murderous look on his face kept reverberating in her mind. That kind of unparalleled hero's heroic bearing that could pierce through the mountains and rivers—the more she thought about it, the more infatuated she became.

"Mom, believe me, I won't be wrong. I've met the Ninth Master once. The person who rushed into the bathroom to save me yesterday looked exactly like him, so it must be him." Seeing that Fu Anlan didn't believe her, Feng Jianing hurriedly said.

Fu Anlan said doubtfully, "Then you mean… the person who killed President Liu was…"

Feng Jianing nodded. Her voice carried a hint of sweetness as she said, "He was angered for the sake of beauty. When I was bullied, the Ninth Master killed President Liu in his anger. Mom, do you think the Ninth Master is interested in me?"