Wang Cuiqin stiffened completely, and she swung her hand to slap Mi Yao, "You little bitch, your mouth is really poisonous!"
Mi Yao quickly stretched out her hand to catch Wang Cuiqin's incoming slap and then pushed her hard, "Su Taitian, we are all civilized people, please don't lower yourself too much. If my mouth is poisonous, it's because yours is... too stinky!"
Wang Cuiqin fell onto the couch, she stood up with a ferocious expression and glared at Mi Yao, "It seems this negotiation has failed. You're forcing me to take action. You and your dad, who has already been overthrown, just wait!"
"Really, Mrs. Su, are you anger-stricken? Threatening me this way, does your future son-in-law, Feng Yueming, know about this?"
"He won't know."
"Oh, is that so?" Mi Yao arched her eyebrows, looking at the man ahead.
Wang Cuiqin turned around, and Feng Yueming had unknowingly arrived, his sharp and deep gaze falling on her face.
"Yue... Yue Ming, why... why are you here?"
