Yu Fei felt a little uncomfortable being sized up by him. She pulled her skirt down subconsciously. "What's wrong? Even this won't do?"
Feng Yi retracted his gaze and said coldly, "It's barely acceptable."
It's barely acceptable? What a brute. Yu Fei pouted.
"Let's go," he said. With that, Feng Yi turned around and walked out, his long legs moving elegantly like a male model on the runway.
Wearing high heels, Yu Fei had to jog to catch up with him. She rolled her eyes at his back. Would it kill him to praise her even a little?
...
After they got in the car, Feng Yi gave her some information on Old Master Feng. In the end, he said, "In any case, when you get there, do as I say and talk as little as possible."
"Alright, I got it." Yu Fei also thought so. She did not want to say anything. After all, the more she said, the more mistakes she would make.
