"Second Young Master Ye, setting conditions just for an autograph? You're really twisted," Wen Nuan said with a teasing smile. "Besides, as a fiancée asking for an autograph, if you as the fiancé can't even manage that, you'd have to resign on your very first day. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"
Ye Feimo gazed at her intensely, his voice dripping with irony, "You seem quite comfortable with that status."
"Of course, it's all about recycling waste," Wen Nuan fired back quicker than thought, triggering Lin Ning and Tang Shuwen to snort with laughter. In an instant, Ye Feimo's face darkened like a thunderstorm in June.
Every woman around Ye Feimo had always been obedient, nodding and bowing, terrified that a single command from him would mean to be banned and put on ice. He had never heard a woman sing a different tune, directly calling him twisted, daring to accuse him of recycling waste?
Although the consensus among his few good friends was that he was indeed twisted.
