Mi Yao almost wanted to laugh. Was Su Zhishui doing this on purpose?
At that moment, an icy and sharp gaze landed on her face, and then she heard Feng Yueming's deep voice ringing in her ears, "Get out!"
He was telling her to leave.
It seemed he believed Su Zhishui's words.
Mi Yao lifted her eyes to the man, "Do you really want me to leave?"
Feng Yueming looked at her and pursed his thin lips.
"Fine, I can leave, Commander Feng, give me the contract, and I will take it and leave far away. I will never show my face wherever you and Lady Su are!"
Contract?
Her indenture contract!
Feng Yueming's gaze suddenly turned venomous, like arrows dipped in poison, and he mocked with a curl of his lips, "Mi Yao, asking me for the contract, what's your leverage? Or, are you just feeling uneasy today because Zhishui is here, trying to claim some presence for yourself, huh?"
Mi Yao's hands and feet turned cold; her love for him had now become his joke.
