The dog of a man clearly went out with the Empress today; they seemed to be off to have fun.
But this expression now?
Did the Empress dump him? Why does his face look so sour?
Xiaoyao couldn't help but mock him in her heart.
With such a terrible temper, it's no wonder the Empress dumped him.
And that so-called Empress, from what's been said, has an even worse temper and is malicious, almost beating an innocent maid to death.
She's simply inhuman.
A dog of a man paired with a venomous Empress, a match made in heaven!
"What's with that look?" Feng Yexuan stared at her face, holding a cup in his hand.
He slammed the cup down on the table and snorted coldly, "Being a maid, seeing that your master's cup is empty, don't you know to come and pour tea?"
Xiaoyao was about to roll her eyes at him.
Who was his maid again?
If it wasn't for him forcing her to stay here, and the presence of skilled guards at the door, she would have left long ago.