Mu Yazhe was rather disappointed in her. "Enya! It looks like I've spoiled you in the past. You must remember that Yun Shishi is my woman. I don't want to hear you slandering her again!"
"I…"
"I want to hear you say 'okay'; Song Enya, don't make me lose my patience for you." His words were chilling to the bone.
The young woman bit hard on her lower lip. Somehow, she just could not get the word out of her mouth.
How could she give in before Yun Shishi!
Am I going to be her laughingstock?
No way!
Her body was trembling from irrepressible anger and chagrin.
Her brother tried to put in a word for her smilingly. "Uncle Mu, Enya is young and ignorant. She can be rather willful, too. There's no need to pick fault with her, right?"
"There should be a limit to her willfulness!"
His frosty tone caused her to shrug her shoulders; tears flooded her eyes almost instantly.
"Let's go home."
