The black-haired woman's face turned red, and she quickly buried her head.
However, not far from her, a woman in purple boldly looked at Chen Fan, with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
"Strange."
He withdrew his gaze. It was not surprising for him that a woman was looking at him, as everyone was looking at him at that moment.
But for some reason, he felt something strange. He couldn't pinpoint what it was, but it felt different from others' gazes.
"Is it just my imagination?"
He muttered inwardly.
The crowd's enthusiasm made it impossible for him to handle. After saying a word to Chen Guodong, he quickly chased after Zhang Ren.
"Hey? Why did Brother Fan leave?"
Wang Ping asked in confusion.
"Probably shy and embarrassed," Zhao Feng said, a hint of envy in his eyes.
If only he could be like Chen Fan, become the hero of the village, how great would it be.
Of course, wishful thinking wasn't enough; effort was also required.
