Ji Mianmian could tell from his sharp words that he really hated Madam Murong.
Ji Mianmian had a feeling that Murong Mian was still hiding something from him.
He had always been someone who didn't care. He never put his heart at ease because he felt that even if he hated that kind of person, it would be a waste.
But, Madam Murong, what's going on?
Could a year's time make him hate someone so much?
Madam Murong looked at Murong Mian in shock. Her face was filled with disbelief."You ... You ..."
Murong Mian gently held Ji Mianmian's palm and said coldly,""I'm free to do whatever I want. If there's anything I need you to do, I'll tell you in advance. I hope you won't interfere with anything I do, let alone Mianmian. Otherwise, I'm not sure what I'll do."
"Murong Mian, you ..."
