Her expression turned cold as she tossed the brooch back into the jewelry box and put on a heart-shaped necklace. Ye Feimo watched her movements, his gaze narrowing. What did she mean by that? Wen Nuan hadn't expected him to be standing outside the dressing room, watching her.
She hesitated for a moment but said nothing, grabbing her purse and walking away.
Ye Feimo's face darkened as he grabbed her arm, asking in a deep voice, "What do you mean by that?"
"I don't mean anything by it," Wen Nuan replied indifferently, trying to break free from Ye Feimo. But he pulled forcefully, and Wen Nuan fell against him, causing his face to darken to an extreme.
Wen Nuan was highly annoyed, looking up and glaring at him furiously, "Let go!"
"How long are you going to keep this up with me?" Ye Feimo asked harshly. Wen Nuan found it amusing. Upset? In her view, was she just throwing a temper tantrum?
