บท 1242: The Final Round (1)

Feng Wu grinned at the other three. "The one who backs out will look like such a loser!"

Feng Xun said, "That sounds quite interesting. Little Feng Wu, you're going to tell us all your secrets."

Feng Wu said proudly, "No, I won't. I'll definitely be the winner."

But it was no use that Feng Xun was intrigued. Jun Linyuan was the one who called the shots here.

"Brother Jun ~"

Tugging at Jun Linyuan's robe, Feng Wu eyed him eagerly.

Xuan Yi's gaze was fixed on her hand.

Boss Jun might seem indifferent to Feng Wu, but he was in fact being extremely nice.

No other girl would dare come within a meter of Jun Linyuan, let alone touch his sleeve.

"Boss Jun is going to say yes…" thought Xuan Yi and Feng Xun as they exchanged looks.

As expected, Jun Linyuan threw an impatient and dirty look at Feng Wu.