She looked at Feng Yueming, whose deep, narrow eyes were obscured by the bangs on his forehead, hiding any expression from prying eyes.
"Yaoyao, you've seen the person you wanted to see, come with me."
"Where to?"
"To my place, don't you need a bath and then something to eat?" Changsheng offered kindly.
Yes!
Of course!
"Okay, I'll go with you!"
No sooner had Mi Yao spoken than she heard Feng Yueming's deep, displeased voice by her ear; he seemed on the verge of losing his temper, "Mi Yao, have you forgotten who your husband is? You dare go with another man?"
"I'm just curious, who here is my husband?" Mi Yao looked at Feng Yueming with a playful arch of her brows, then gave him a disdainful once-over, "You?"
Feng Yueming's hand, hanging by his side, immediately clenched into a fist.
"Are you angry? Are you going to hit me? Then come on, I'm standing right here waiting for you, who's afraid now? You still think you're the Young Commander of Z country?"
"Feng Yueming,…"
