Mi Shuilan looked at the luxurious Feng Mansion, a cold smile hooking at the corners of her mouth. She didn't believe Miao Erlan could swallow this affront.
Though she lacked the power to deal with Mi Yao, Miao Erlan certainly did.
She was just waiting to watch the fireworks.
...
Inside the mansion, Miao Erlan's chest heaved violently as she stretched out her hand and flung the teacup from the coffee table onto the carpet.
The master was in a temper, and all the servants became very apprehensive. A maid went forward, carefully picking up the pieces of the teacup from the carpet.
"Madam," the butler approached softly, "should I send someone to deal with Mi Yao..."
The butler made a throat-slitting gesture.
Miao Erlan let out a cold laugh, "A few days ago Xue Ying kidnapped Mi Yao, and Feng Yueming managed to rescue her unharmed. We cannot hurt her. The key point is that I can't fall out with Feng Yueming right now. If the old patriarch finds out, I'll have no good days left."
