Mi Yao turned around to find Huai Fu Yueming had arrived.
The man was still in a simple white shirt and black trousers, exuding an air of noble handsomeness, full of vigor in the morning light, his eyes bright.
He asked who Little Ni Ni's daughter was.
Mi Yao pursed her red lips, "Why should I tell you?"
Huai Fu Yueming placed his hands in his pocket and raised an eyebrow, "Even if you don't say, I can guess. This is... Li Qianrui's daughter."
It wasn't a question, but a statement.
Mi Yao humphed and didn't reply.
"Never thought Li Qianrui would have a daughter. If Zhou Jin knew, he'd probably be... ecstatic."
"What's it to Zhou Jin?"
"Isn't Ni Ni Zhou Jin's daughter?"
"No!" Mi Yao spat out the two words fiercely, not liking Zhou Jin, the ultra-jerk, one bit.
"Oh." Huai Fu Yueming smiled and said nothing more.
"Move, don't block my way." Mi Yao took her bowl and chopsticks and walked past Huai Fu Yueming.
