Yue Feng's expression turned cold, and beneath his lowered long eyelashes appeared a subtle trace of solitude and melancholy.
Slowly raising his gaze, he coldly glanced at Shang Haohao.
"Do you really intend to marry Feng Shiming?"
"..." Of course she wouldn't marry Feng Shiming, but she couldn't care less if it meant she could leave here.
Shang Haohao spoke without hesitation, firmly and unequivocally.
"Yes! After I marry him, Xiaoge will be his son too. As the boss, would you detain the wife and child of your subordinate?"
"..." Hearing this, Yue Feng stared fixedly at Shang Haohao with an indescribable sense of repression in his indifferent gaze, instantly making the room's air feel somewhat chilly.
Moments later, Yue Feng's seductive and indifferent lips moved slightly.
"Get out!" His voice wasn't loud, yet it carried an irresistible force.
"..." Yue Feng's sudden change of face startled Shang Haohao, leaving her standing in place, swallowing silently.
