What does he mean?
Mi Yao just noticed that there was a girl sitting in the passenger seat, extremely beautiful, like a porcelain doll. Who is she?
Feng Yueming earlier mentioned that this girl was willing to offer herself to him, so were they in that kind of relationship?
Mi Yao frowned, her impression of Feng Yueming plummeted to the negatives — it turned out that besides herself, he played with other women.
He was nothing but an animal driven by his lower half!
Disgusting!
"Mi Yao, my patience has its limits. Have you made up your mind?" Feng Yueming was about to start the car.
"Wait! I... I've decided, I agree. Please, save me!" Mi Yao said with a pale face.
Feng Yueming arched his eyebrows, very satisfied. He turned his head to Xiao Mei and with a flick of his thin lips, said, "Aren't you leaving yet?"
Xiao Mei didn't dare oppose the man; she opened the car door and ran off quickly.
"Get in the car!" Feng Yueming commanded Mi Yao.