C343 Sparring

What he saw was a pair of incredibly calm eyes, without any ripples at all, as if he, Wen Feng, was only a small clown in front of Zhao Fan. The other party had used a bit of trickery to flirt with him.

Her lips slightly moved, and Wen Feng spoke with some difficulty.

"It was my, Wen Feng's, slip of the tongue just now, I said the wrong thing, now I, Wen Feng will take back everything I said