Feng Huaimu really is something, huh. Plotting from start to finish, everything within his calculations, even people's hearts were included in his schemes.
She'd actually thought he liked her before, liked her so much he wanted to live with her. Looks like she really overestimated herself—he just treated her as a pawn on the board.
Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!
Feng Huaimu said to the butler, "Bring Haohao a few books to read, so she doesn't get bored."
The skeleton-butler smiled and nodded.
After finishing breakfast, Feng Huaimu was about to get up and leave. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Xu Haohao's face, cold to the extreme.
So cold.
She'd always been like a little sun, all warm and bright, giving all that warmth to him; now she wasn't willing to anymore.
Feng Huaimu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and those devilishly beautiful lips unconsciously lowered a fraction.
