Feng Zhengyu turned his head to look at Mi Yao, "Did you do it on purpose to let my mom find out?"
Mi Yao's slender eyelashes fluttered weakly as she whispered, "Yes, it was me. You may have come here in silence, but your mom couldn't. I guess Feng Yueming is already on his way. Ha, your plan has failed, you are destined to lose me!"
A vein pulsed on Feng Zhengyu's forehead, and he gritted his teeth, "Why, in what way am I inferior to that Feng Yueming?"
Looking at him, Mi Yao slowly curved her lips, "Even if you are perfect in many ways, in my heart, you will never compare to him, never!"
Feng Zhengyu's large hand clenched into a fist at his side, but he held back, "Someone come!"
"Yes, Young Master!" Ah Biao quickly entered the room.
"Prepare the car, get ready to leave, quickly!"
"Yes." Ah Biao left.
Two maids came over, helped Mi Yao up, and Feng Zhengyu took his clothes ready to leave, Miao Erlan confused, "Zhengyu, where are we going now?"
