The car drove towards Mingcheng Apartment.
"What were you and Fang Liucheng doing here?" Ye Feimo asked with displeasure in his voice. She still had entanglements with Fang Liucheng—was this idiotic woman still harboring hopes for Fang Liucheng?
Idiot!
"Eating!"
"Miss Wen, Fang Liucheng caused your Wen Family's ruin, reduced your family to street life, and you bear him no grudge? You even dine with him at a lovers' restaurant. You really have a big heart," Ye Feimo sneered coldly, his lips full of mockery.
Wen Nuan's expression changed, and she frowned, "Second Young Master Ye, this is my personal affair. Yes, I like Fang Liucheng, I love Fang Liucheng. I can forgive everything he does. I have a broad heart, I am a saint, are you satisfied now?"
Ye Feimo pressed down on the accelerator, and the car sped off like an arrow on the highway, speeding up to the limit. Wen Nuan screamed, quickly grabbing the car's handrail, "Ye Feimo, you lunatic, slow down!"