Nikoya was not willing to let it go, but her voice suddenly came to an abrupt halt, because Feng Yueming had narrowed his eyes at her, a very dangerous signal.
Nikoya stiffened.
"Enough, let's eat," Feng Yueming said without a change in expression as he withdrew his robust arm and then walked into the dining room.
The matter was settled just like that.
...
In the dining room.
Feng Yueming sat at the head of the table, while Mi Yao and Nikoya sat opposite each other.
In fact, Mi Yao didn't want to eat; she would rather go hungry. This seating arrangement was enough to make her nauseous for life, like the main wife and the concubine.
A maid brought a glass of milk to Mi Yao's side, then stole a glance at Feng Yueming.
Feng Yueming also glanced at the maid, lifting his eyelids.
The maid shuddered; the man's gaze was like a venomous snake that had bitten her, and she ran directly into the kitchen, feeling guilty.
