"Don't make things difficult for others; it's just moving this flower pot, right? Okay, I'm moving it now," said Mi Yao as she bent down, struggling to hold the flower pot in her arms. She walked slowly out of the villa.
Su Zhishui followed beside her, haughtily asked with a sneering laugh, "Mi Yao, is it heavy?"
Mi Yao slightly hooked her lips and glanced sideways at Su Zhishui, "Lady Su, you cried last night, didn't you? Your eyes are all swollen."
Su Zhishui was shocked. She indeed cried last night, and her eyes were a bit swollen in the morning. She used a lot of powder to cover it up. How did Mi Yao notice?
"I didn't…"
"Ha, Lady Su, you must have understood my relationship with Feng Yueming last night. You threw a tantrum and sulked at him, but he ignored you, didn't he? Is that why you're resorting to such poor tricks now to vent your anger?"
Su Zhishui clenched her teeth, "Mi Yao, you're shameless, you're just Yue Ming's tool for release, and you're still proud?"
