"..."
"So, she's just a woman I don't want, and she really thinks she's something special?"
Ye Anqi had figured it out; he had deliberately misled her just to humiliate her.
Instead of getting angry, she laughed, "That's right, I'm not anything special, and since it's not about me, please do as you wish."
She turned to leave—
"Ye Anqi." Ya Shitian called out to her lazily, as if bestowing charity, "If one day you find yourself down and out, you can come to me; I might still give you a meal to eat."
Without turning her head, Ye Anqi responded, "Thank you, Young Master Ya."
What a pity, she would rather starve than beg him for anything.
Ye Anqi walked away quickly and soon disappeared around the corner.
Ya Shitian's expression suddenly darkened, his aura becoming ominous.
"The young master has returned," the maid suddenly spoke up.
Luo Zifeng walked in, arm-in-arm with Ye Rumeng.
