Mi Yao felt as if her small hand had been scalded by boiling water because she was still clutching Huangfu Jianchen's sleeve; she jerked her hand back as quickly as lightning.
"Come here!" Feng Yueming commanded uncompromisingly at that moment.
Mi Yao looked up and saw him extending his large palm toward her.
He seemed to enjoy this, enjoyed her walking toward him.
Mi Yao strode forward, then placed her small hand in his.
Feng Yueming grasped her icy hand and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"Elder Brother, this Ou Shanshan bullied Mi Yao..." Huangfu Jianchen spoke out swiftly.
"Jianchen, she can speak for herself!" Feng Yueming interrupted him displeasedly.
Huangfu Jianchen frowned slightly, looking toward Mi Yao.
Mi Yao's eyes, wet with moisture, looked at him anxiously, as if to plead—please don't speak!