Feng Yueming's whole face was skewed from the hit as he slowly turned around, his gaze at her was obscure as he looked at her reddened nose tip and her moist eyes.
"Feng Yueming, you'll get your comeuppance," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "You and Su Zhishui killed my daddy, and now you're still bullying me like this. You're surely going to die a horrible death!"
Feng Yueming spoke expressionlessly, "I have a tough life. Even if you curse me, it's not certain I'll die. Besides, once dead, what difference does it make between a good death and a bad one?"
Mi Yao suddenly moved closer to him and bit down on his shoulder, truly wishing she could tear a piece of his flesh away.
