Feng Yueming watched the scene unfold, a woman lying in a man's embrace as if foolishly kissing him. His features rapidly became fierce and tense.
"Brother Yue Ming, what's going on with Mi Yao? Is she really dating the Crown Prince? Does she really cling to any man who has money? She clung to Feng Zhengyu before, and now to the Crown Prince," Su Zhishui took the opportunity to throw stones.
She knew where Feng Yueming's pain lay, so she pressed hard on it.
Hua Nongying disliked this Miss Su Zhishui. Everyone present was cunning, and if she were a bit smarter, she wouldn't have started such a clumsy performance, completely low.
"Miss Su, are you implying that Commander Feng had no money before and still doesn't have any?" Hua Nongying spoke up.
Su Zhishui,...
This Hua Nongying's mouth was really too venomous!
Feng Yueming ignored these two, his gaze fixed on the pair in the dance floor. He noticed that Huangfu Jianxu was about to kiss Mi Yao.
