Ye Feifei, who had been listening so intently as to resemble an entranced Porcelain Doll, suddenly came to life upon hearing that sentence. She stared with wide eyes as if struck by lightning, looking at Hua Yunliang with the same "horrific" expression as a ghost from a horror film.
If looks could kill, the man before her would have already been chopped to pieces by now.
She never prided herself on being morally superior, nor did she think she should stand atop the moral high ground. Navigating through this noisy and impulsive city every day, facing all sorts of "Ladyboys" and "Masked Heroes," talk of refinement was nothing more than pretty rubbish.
As a representative of today's independent women, she actually preferred to be a member of the Moonlight Clan — earning her own money, spending it freely, living unrestrained, following her own path, letting others talk, enjoying her own life was what mattered most!
