"Mi Yao, don't think I don't know about the words you've said. You were just teasing me, waiting to kick me to the curb once you had me hooked. Did you even go to Queqiao Mountain two years ago? What right do you have to question me? You didn't go at all. You were rolling in the sheets with Feng Zhengyu!"
Mi Yao gasped, taking two steps back, her shocked gaze fixed on Feng Yueming as she asked incredulously, "What are you talking about?"
Feng Yueming was truly tired of her innocent act, mocking her, "So you're going to start your performance now, huh? Do you want to deny it, tell me you went to Queqiao Mountain, that you never slept with Feng Zhengyu?"
"Mi Yao, not just you, even your father, Mi Zhenglin, is an acting emperor. Why has my face changed? Because it has been slashed dozens of times. Didn't I tell you? I just never told you that the mastermind behind it was your father, Mi Zhenglin. You and your father are no good, you both make me feel..."
