Chapter 112 Woman, You're Really Practical

It was Feng Yueming.

Mi Yao saw Feng Yueming in camouflage for the first time. The vivid camouflage outlined his robust and mighty figure, his handsome yet sinister face hidden in the semi-bright, semi-dark light and the night, powerful and enchanting like the Nightgown Mask, prompting a desire to lean on him for support.

It was him.

He had finally arrived.

Mi Yao gently lowered her fan-like, slender eyelashes; she brought her hands together in prayer within her heart, relieved. She was saved.

He was here!

In truth, she had been worried, worried not only that he might fall into a trap, but also that he wouldn't come at all. After all, she was just a little "clean man" he had taken in. He disliked her so much, he had no reason to risk his life for her.

Now that he was here, Mi Yao felt her once chilled blood warming up again.

Feng Yueming stood like an emperor. He gazed at Mi Yao, who was being held hostage by Xie Ya, her eyes shining brilliantly as they looked at him.