Mi Yao walked out, and Feng Yueming stood outside while Su Fu and Wang Cuiqin stood on the other side. They didn't speak to each other, and the air felt oppressively eerie.
The Su Family had steadfastly followed him for years, but now, with Su Zhishui in prison, cracks had formed in their relationship. Zhou Jin did not come today. It was unclear if his relationship with Yueming would also undergo some subtle changes.
"Did you finish talking?" Feng Yueming's gaze swept over at that moment.
"Yes."
"Then let's go back," Feng Yueming extended his large palm.
Mi Yao put her small hand in his. His palm was wide and warm, firmly gripping hers, comforting her cold skin with his body heat. Mi Yao followed behind him as they walked.
The two returned to the lavish business vehicle. Mi Yao looked at the man beside her, "Commander Feng, for me, is it worth it?"
