"You have deeply rooted control issues, Mr Zhong Feng." Hu Lei declared.
She spoke while pointing repeatedly at the man seated opposite her with her chopsticks. Her small face was no longer pale and sickly. In fact, her cheeks looked flushed, complementing her shiny plumb lips. She pouted deeper as she poked the food on her plate.
"Is that so?" the man asked with a bemused expression.
"Of course! You are like an ancient emperor, looking down on your subjects."
She took a small sip from yet another glass of her delicious drink. Then, she cleared her throat. Zhong Feng watched with a lifted eyebrow.
"Zhen is not pleased with you useless insects. Someone come and whip these idiots to death for Zhen." Her impression was quite poor, especially with that adorable red face.
