"Sharp-tongued."
He sneered, "I hope these words are not just something you say in front of me, but something you firmly remember in your heart."
His fingers clenching her chin tightened, and Yu Chiyin, looking at her slightly furrowed brows, made his warning clear:
"You are the daughter-in-law of the Yu Family, not some damn granddaughter-in-law, understand?"
Lu Fengxuan unceremoniously slapped his hand away, "You're hurting me, let go."
His chest tight with anger at her fearless attitude, he glanced down to see red marks already forming on her delicate, pale skin.
Yu Chiyin's eyes flickered, and the next second, he reluctantly released his grip.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught her beaming smile, and he was taken aback, the annoyance swiftly appearing on his face: "What are you laughing at!"
"I'm laughing at something funny, of course."
Lu Fengxuan wasn't afraid of him; in front of her, he was nothing but a paper tiger.
