Chen Feng completely ignored them, not even sparing them a glance.
Because in his eyes, there was only Lin Mengyao.
He strode straight toward Lin Mengyao.
That one move.
Totally scared Lin Mengyao half to death; her little face went pale as paper. She hurriedly pulled out the pepper spray she'd prepared beforehand from her pocket, held it up in front of her, glared at Chen Feng, and said in a show of bravado, "Y-You… don't come over. If you take one more step, I won't be polite!"
"Yaoyao, it's me, I'm Chen Feng!"
Chen Feng stopped, looked at Lin Mengyao, and said, face full of excitement.
"Chen Feng? Who's Chen Feng? I don't know you. How do you even know my name?"
Lin Mengyao knitted her delicate brows, her little face pale, and said.
And the way she was looking at Chen Feng was exactly how you'd look at a stranger.
Seeing this.
Chen Feng also froze.
What was going on, how come Lin Mengyao didn't recognize him?
