Feng Qingchao threw the chain necklace in his hand to the floor angrily and said in an even more furious tone, "If this matter can't be covered up, I won't protect you anymore. You're on your own!"
With that, the man ruthlessly turned away with a livid face and strode off.
The men waiting outside the door immediately followed. They looked doubtfully at the dark room and then at each other, but didn't dare say anything.
In the corner of the room, Feng Qingmiao had probably been frightened by the golden chain which Feng Qingchao had smashed down on the floor.
A head popped falteringly out of the crook of his arms; he had clear and handsome features that were just like Feng Qingchao's.
However, compared with that man's ruthless and sinister expression, Feng Qingmiao's expression was a little gentler and more timid. He had bewitching, almost wicked looks.
But the truth was that he was actually a fool!
