Watching the woman's delicate and slender figure disappear from his line of sight, Feng Yueming's cold eyes then swept over the subordinates present. When he had entered just now, he had seen these people howling at his woman.
Yading was the first to feel a sense of crisis because Feng Yueming's gaze had already settled on him—he had touched Mi Yao just a moment ago.
Yading was very disappointed in his Princess Nikoya. At first, the princess had been quite resolute in handling Mi Yao, even if Feng Yueming had arrived, with Mr. Feng backing her up, no one would have benefited from causing trouble. But who would have known that the moment the princess saw Feng Yueming, she would be so charmed as to lose her focus? Now poor Yading was going to become cannon fodder.
"Heh, Commander Feng, you can chat with the princess at your leisure; I'll be guarding outside," Yading turned, intending to slip away.
