Someone I like?
Did she still have feelings for Fang Liucheng? This thought made Ye Feimo extremely uncomfortable, his gaze turning so icy toward Wen Nuan that it almost froze her solid. Accustomed to Ye Feimo's mercurial temperament, Wen Nuan pursed her lips, bowed her head to eat, and ignored him.
This man's mood was hard to predict; it was better not to touch upon his sensitive spots.
"Miss Wen, do you still have not forgotten Fang Liucheng?"
"I've liked him for over ten years, it's not so easy to forget," Wen Nuan said with a touch of sorrow. Ye Feimo suddenly got up with a slap of the table and went upstairs; his retreating figure was shrouded in heavy anger.
Wen Nuan blinked, raising her voice, "What are you angry about?"
Ye Feimo ignored her and went upstairs. Wen Nuan pursed her lips. "This man's like the weather in June."
So quick to change.
