She had been coming here for nearly a year, yet she had never had the chance to stay.
Xiao Die's gaze was suddenly captured by a sketch; she quickly walked over to take a look. It was the face of an unfamiliar yet handsome man.
Who is this?
When she had entered earlier, she had seen Mi Yao sitting here painting. This was drawn by Mi Yao. Why had she painted an unfamiliar man?
Xiao Die's mouth gaped open, overwhelmed with excitement. She realized—was this Mi Yao's "clean man"?
Yes, it must be Mi Yao's "clean man"!
She couldn't believe Mi Yao would dare to harbor affection for another man behind Commander Feng's back!
How wonderful, this leverage was now in her grasp.
Xiao Die carefully folded the sketch and put it into her pocket, then she walked out of the door with a triumphant air.
…
That evening, Feng Yueming returned to Lanzhu Residence.
The maid quickly greeted him, "Young Commander, you're back. Should I go warm up the dish now?"
