She was too embarrassed to continue as a deep blush crept over her face, but a vicious light still flashed in her eyes.
Prince Chu is promiscuous and there's no way he'll reject me. Wei Zhi, just wait! I will crush you beneath me!
Feng Zhiwei still stood by Old Man Yan, smiling down at him with her pot of liquor in hand. The old Family Patriarch struggled with himself, blue veins bulging from his face as he finally forced out the word: "Yes…"
Feng Zhiwei's smile grew even larger.
She gently took Grandfather Yan's hand, her voice sincere as she said: "The Yan Family truly has not disappointed…
A thin anger crossed Grandfather Yan's gaze, but he immediately covered it with a bitter smile and a deep bow.
Feng Zhiwei eyed him, smiling. She would not push any further, so she took her pot and left; everyone had a bottom line, and if she forced too much, the loss would outweigh the gain and the old man might lose it.
