Are you playing me?
Mi Yao's large eyes, clear-cut in black and white, showed complicated emotions, but on the surface, she asked innocently, "Mr. President, what do you mean?"
Huai Fu Yueming glared at her with venom, demanding, "What is your relationship with Ma Luosong?"
"Brother Mo is my... boyfriend."
"Boyfriend?" Huai Fu Yueming savored those three words, his lips curling into a mocking, bloodthirsty smile. Good, she's really something! "Then what is our relationship?"
"We..." Mi Yao faltered.
"Yesterday you said you were with me!"
"I... didn't say that, it was all you..."
Huai Fu Yueming's chest began to heave, his usually strong self-control completely dissipating in front of her. In that moment, he wished he could strangle her to death.
He couldn't believe he had been played by this woman!
"Mi Yao, looking for you was my own damn fault!" Releasing her tender neck, he bent down and got into the luxury car.
The luxury car sped away.
