"Do you really think that by taking me back, your fate will be any better?"
Teng Feiyue shook off Teng Nan's hand and yelled at him, her face filled with rage.
Wanting her to leave Zhonghai?
It was an impossibility. She had come here with great difficulty, and not only had she failed to rescue Teng Huayang, but she had also endangered Teng Zhong and herself—Teng Feiyue was filled with unwillingness.
"Even if I do return, so what? Do you really think my father will let you off the hook?"
Teng Feiyue glared at Teng Nan and Teng Bei, her tone heavy with warning.
As Teng Zhuhai's own daughter, even if she made a mistake here, the worst Teng Zhuhai would do is to confine her at home for a while. But for Teng Nan and Teng Bei to return like this, it wouldn't be easy for them either. Teng Zhuhai's temperament had changed greatly; he would not tolerate even a speck of dust in his eyes now, and it was very likely that he would take out his anger on Teng Nan and Teng Bei.
