Zifeng advanced a few steps and patted Yu Xiaoyu on the shoulder, "Ms. Xiaoyu, let me take care of what comes next."
Yu Xiaoyu peeled her gaze away from the woman and blinked her sour eyes, "Stop messing around, this has nothing to do with you."
"They specifically requested me, how can it be unrelated to me?" Zifeng looked at Yu Xiaoyu pretending to be firm and couldn't help but smile.
"And you can still laugh." Yu Xiaoyu scolded, "Anyway, I'm your teacher, and now it has escalated into a fated battle between women; I'm not backing down from her."
With that, she glared fiercely at the woman again, who seemed choked up with frustration.
A battle of fate.
How chuunibyou is that?
Zifeng winked at her, "You're griping so hard your manicure is about to break."
Yu Xiaoyu turned her hands behind her back somewhat guiltily; after all, it was her first time in the capital, and she was really nervous.
Zifeng looked up at the smartly dressed woman, "Did you want something from me?"
