Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!-Chapter 932: The Man Who Makes All Women Scream

The man’s voice paused, then gradually revealed a faint smile: "No, she should put me in her heart, not just in her eyes."

Zhao Xiaoyan was startled by the sudden cold male voice and staggered, her foot in high heels, instantly sending an indescribable pain up her ankle, so intense that Zhao Xiaoyan’s face turned pale, and she gasped sharply.

It hurts!

Zhao Xiaoyan was about to curse, but when she lifted her eyes and saw the man, the words stuck in her throat, and she dared not make a sound.

It... It was Seventh Master Feng! She had seen him a few times before, also at the shooting location of "Phoenix Perching on the Phoenix Tree."

Zhao Xiaoyan, unwilling, managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Hello, Se-Seventh Master Feng."

Feng Huaijin glanced sidelong, his gaze sliding down from Zhao Xiaoyan’s head.

Zhao Xiaoyan habitually wanted to show these wealthy men a flattering and charming smile, but heard Feng Huaijin speak disdainfully: "An eyesore, stay away from me."

An... eyesore?

Su Li sitting nearby glanced around; Zhao Xiaoyan was wearing the work uniform here, a blue crop-top short skirt.

Zhao Xiaoyan feeling extremely awkward, covered her belly button with both hands and immediately turned to leave the stands.

Su Li... Su Li...

After so many years of friendship, you treat me like this? The coldness at Zhao Xiaoyan’s lips deepened.

Zhao Xiaoyan soon disappeared into the bustling stands...

Su Li stood up, curiously looking at Feng Huaijin: "Why are you here? To watch the race? It’s been over for a while now."

The regional race champion had already received their award; Feng Huaijin was too late.

Su Li looked carefully and saw that Feng Huaijin was actually wearing casual clothes, a simple white T-shirt, making her believe more that he came for the race.

Feng Huaijin stood beside Su Li, his back straight like a towering pine, his sharp gaze sweeping across the race stands, seemingly searching for someone.

Suddenly, Feng Huaijin’s gaze paused, his eyes seemingly capturing something.

Feng Huaijin reached out to pull Su Li over, "Come with me."

Su Li, confused, was pulled by Feng Huaijin down from the stands, heading towards the podium.

Whirlwind Racing Team’s Hu Zi was thrilled that his team got first place, excitedly dancing and jumping, but then turned and saw Su Li and a striking-looking man approaching.

"Sister Li, you..."

Feng Huaijin glanced sideways, casually interrupting Hu Zi: "I heard you want Su Li to dump her current boyfriend, and then you’d sign up? You can talk to me now."

Hu Zi’s smile stiffened: "..."

This, is this the real deal?

Hu Zi shrank and instantly bolted off.

Su Li glanced around, seeing Xu Haohao tugging at that racer’s sleeve, asking for his WeChat ID.

Su Li blinked and suddenly smiled: "Seventh Master, I know who you’re here to find."

Feng Huaijin took an interest: "Who?"

Su Li proudly raised her chin, and pointed with her lips: "Look, that racer standing with Haohao, isn’t that Feng Huaimu?"

Feng Huaijin’s eyes narrowed sharply, he said intriguingly: "How do you know him?"

Su Li rolled her eyes in annoyance, saying: "How do I know him? Could I have known him through any other means? It’s not like Tuanzi sent pictures of her with him!"

Earlier, the racer’s profile seemed familiar, and upon approaching now, she confirmed it.

This new racer was Feng Huaimu, the man who caused everyone to scream at the track.