Whose woman are you, then?

Ye qingge had just picked up her chopsticks when she heard Feng Yan's murderous words.

"Feng Yan, I'm not your woman."

"Then whose woman are you?" Li beixiao's jaw was tightly clenched, and he asked with a cold face.

“..”Ye qingge really wanted to reply to li Beichen with a backbone, " I'm not your woman either.

It was as clean as how she had treated Feng Yan, but the words were stuck in her throat and she could not say them.

Ye qingge bit her chopsticks and looked up at Huo zhongrao, silently begging for help. Brother, please take care of these two people!

Huo zhongrao looked at ye qingge's clear eyes, which were filled with a slight complaint and helplessness, and his heart trembled.

"Eat well!" She retracted her gaze and gripped her chopsticks tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white.

The devilish smile on Feng Yan's face widened. There were some things that no one would believe even if they were told, but they were all true.