Mo Nanze was angry.
Lu Yinfeng, knowing her place, quickly spoke in a gentle and soft voice, "Alright, alright, let's not talk about this matter for now."
Her only thought at the moment was to calm down Mo Nanze, who was on the edge of an outburst.
She certainly didn't want to experience the might of "Cold-faced Yama" on this busy street.
Mo Nanze's intense gaze suddenly turned indifferent, and he couldn't feel the slightest anger toward the pitiful-looking Lu Yinfeng now.
"Lu Yinfeng, you really are my nemesis," Mo Nanze said through clenched teeth.
Lu Yinfeng cast her eyes down, not having the chance to ponder the meaning of Mo Nanze's words, when she overheard the chattering of young girls nearby.
Two young women stood about two meters away from them.
Although they whispered to each other, trying to keep their voices low, their excited emotions and high-pitched tones meant that Lu Yinfeng heard their conversation clearly.
"Look! Isn't that Mo Nanze?"