"Yang Yifeng, why won't you look at me when you speak?!"
At this moment, seeing that Yang Yifeng still had his back to her, Zhangsun Qiluo's heart brimmed with fury. She seemed to have forgotten the shock that Yang Yifeng had initially given her. Now, as she looked at this man who exuded an imposing aura, her eyes were filled with a desire to possess and conquer.
She wanted to monopolize this nearly perfect man, not allowing anyone else to even think of touching him!
And at this moment, although Yang Yifeng had his back towards Zhangsun Qiluo, he could well imagine the angry distortion on her face.
Right then, Yang Yifeng didn't turn around, but his tone grew even colder, "Whether I look at you or not seems to be my freedom. What's it to you?"
"You!"
Zhangsun Qiluo never imagined that Yang Yifeng would dare speak to her in such a manner. In an instant, her face turned deathly pale with rage, and her well-developed chest heaved violently, clearly very upset.