This woman's confidence…
What is wrong with me that this hooligan cannot choose me? Meng Ya grimaced.
Fu Renshu intervened. "Let's stop here already. Please leave, Tian Meirong."
She chuckled. "Nope. Especially not now."
She clapped her hands and two servants entered, holding huge suitcases. They kept it near the couch.
Tian Meirong said, "I forgot to tell you that I will also be living here from now on."
Meng Ya froze.
"Of course, I need to show somebody her place and bring her out of her illusion. She has to see it for herself that it's me, not her, who is standing beside Renshu."
Fu Renshu's gaze darkened. "What? You are going to live here from now on?"
"Aren't you happy?" She winked.
"Like hell I am! Go back to your own house!"
She shrugged. "If you have anything to say, talk to…" she peered at Meng Ya and said with emphasis, "'Dad' about it. He knows about my arrival."
Meng Ya's heart burned in fury by the obvious sarcastic remark.
