Mi Yao reached out with her small hands and hugged Feng Yueming's neck. "Feng Yueming, speaking of which, you and Su Zhishui really are a good match—a poor boy and a fake rich girl. What are you flaunting in front of me for? Where were you when I was commanding the wind and cloud?"
"For the last time, I'm not playing around. Give me the contract so we can part on good terms. After this, I won't like you anymore. I wish you, scum man and cheap woman, an everlasting togetherness!"
Today was already the second time she had said "I will never like you again." Feng Yueming's delicately chiseled features darkened, "You really don't like me anymore, huh?"
"No, wait, Commander Feng must have convinced himself deep down that I never liked you," said Mi Yao, raising her willow-shaped eyebrows, and smirked mischievously like a little kitten. "Feng Yueming, I see now, you really are inferior!"
She emphasized the word "inferior" with a firm tone.
