Feng Zhaoyi has always been straightforward; she hates beating around the bush.
When she decided to pursue the powerful man she had only met once, she was prepared to persuade Si Fuqing.
Even though she had never seen his face, she was certain he was the man she wanted.
In the face of absolute power, looks are completely irrelevant.
That's also why she decisively gave up on the arranged marriage with the Yu family.
"You are engaged in different fields," Feng Zhaoyi continued,"
Si Fuqing grunted, his expression careless, "Do you think you're something special?"
For a moment, Feng Zhaoyi almost thought she had heard wrong, she paused, "What did you say?"
"I said—" Si Fuqing repeated as she wanted, "What are you?"
Feng Zhaoyi's expression changed suddenly, and she stood up abruptly, burning with anger, "You..."