"Heh," Feng Yueming sneered darkly, "Her fate is indeed good, allowing her to die so easily."
"Young Commander, Lady Mi is Pingping's daughter, this..." Vice Officer Li hesitated to continue.
Feng Yueming didn't need the reminder; he knew that Mi Yao was Pingping's daughter!
He took out his cellphone, then flipped to that familiar number; she had broken up with him not long ago, and he looked at this number every night, wanting to call it. He had so much to say to her, but he dared not.
He feared hearing her scorn and mockery, blaming him for everything; neither she nor Mi Zhenglin had harmed him, he had retaliated against the wrong person, and her proposal to break up was justified—he had no reason to pester her anymore.
As she grew closer to Huangfu Jianchen, he found himself panicking. He went to her and kissed her, receiving an unhesitating slap from her in return; her heart was so unyielding.
But now it was different; she was Pingping's daughter!
