"..." Jing Yiren and Yue Rou were stuck in the middle. Were they about to clash?
"Say that again, I dare you!" Yue Feng slammed the table in rage, abruptly standing up, pointing directly at Shang Haohao.
Yue Feng had never lashed out at a woman like this before.
Only because Shang Haohao had truly hit Yue Feng's sore spot.
Just like people say, "Anger is often used to conceal inner embarrassment."
Yue Feng wasn't just unfulfilled; after all, he was a man of his age.
Liking a woman to the extent that, despite physical needs, he had suppressed them until now.
There were even times when he would have those dreams and wake up to find the sheets and bedding dirty...
Yue Feng's sudden cold and hostile aura frightened Shang Haohao.
Even Jing Yiren was startled; she'd never seen Yue Feng lose his temper like this.
And especially, at a woman.
Shang Haohao sat there in a daze. Though her heart trembled in fear, she stubbornly summoned her courage and spoke up.
