"Mi Yao," Feng Yueming cut her off, his gaze deep as he looked at her, "The matter with Azure Dragon was ultimately trouble you caused for me. Using you as bait was the best strategy. I've said it before, I stand in a high position, and it's cold at the top. My woman must always stand shoulder to shoulder with me!"
Speaking of which, Feng Yueming cast a glance at her delicate, flower-like face, "Don't worry, I'm not willing to let you die, alright?"
What the heck, is he washing his hands of it just like that?
Mi Yao was thoroughly impressed.
But it's not just talk, being cold at the top. She was his woman, unable to remain uninvolved. Perhaps he also expected her to grow into a woman who could stand with him through storms and be his equal in power.
"Take me home, my dad is waiting for me at home. If I return late, he will worry," Mi Yao pushed him with force.
Feng Yueming didn't budge, his burning gaze fixed upon her.
