However, Feng Yueming didn't give in, he furrowed his brows and said while looking at Mi Zhenglin, "Mi Yao is now 20 years old, should you still be so casual about hugging her?"
Mi Zhenglin...
This man's possessiveness.
Without another word, Feng Yueming picked Mi Yao up and carried her into the apartment.
Mi Zhenglin watched Feng Yueming's retreating figure and thought to himself, if he ever became his son-in-law, he would definitely return today's arrogance doubled.
"Which room is hers?"
"This one."
Feng Yueming kicked open the bedroom door and placed Mi Yao on the bed.
The moment the girl touched her familiar little bed, she quickly wrapped herself in the blanket and rolled into the bed, continuing to sleep soundly.
Feng Yueming watched her for a moment and then turned to leave.
In the living room, Mi Zhenglin stopped the man who was about to leave through the front door, "Commander Feng, wait a moment, I have something to tell you."
