She turned around, opened the hidden compartment's door, and left directly.
Ignored, Feng Yueming stiffened for a few seconds, then pursed his thin lips. He strode forward and grabbed the woman's slender arm with a deep and stern voice, "Mi Yao, you're not allowed to come to places like this to dance anymore!"
Mi Yao turned her head and looked at him, "What does my dancing have to do with you? Who are you to control me?"
"Because I'm your man!"
"Then I'm your woman, too. I don't want you coming to places like this to drink, especially not with Su Zhishui. Can you promise that?"
Feng Yueming furrowed his displeased eyebrows as if looking at a child making unreasonable trouble, "Mi Yao, you've caused enough trouble. Don't make any more!"
She had torn up the contract and he had yet to settle accounts with her about it, and now she was provoking him again.
Mi Yao huffed angrily, puffing up her elastic, tender cheeks. She didn't want to be with this domineering, selfish man at all.
