So much must have happened; she needed to have a long talk with him, but now was not the time to speak, and she didn't dare to anger Feng Yueming, so she had no choice but to head towards the door.
Mi Yao offered her hand to Feng Yueming.
"Your Highness, we will take our leave now."
Feng Yueming took Mi Yao's hand and they left.
The two returned to the party, where Feng Yueming immediately released Mi Yao's hand as though he had touched something unclean.
Mi Yao looked at his profile, his facial lines tense as if he was forcibly suppressing the rage in his heart. Subconsciously, she stepped back several paces, keeping her distance from him.
At that moment, someone approached and spoke to him with eyes lowered, while he responded with icy-cold lips, causing the other to break out in a cold sweat, not understanding how they had offended the newly elevated Lord Feng.
