The moment those words left her mouth, Feng Yiren did not even let her finish whatever complaint she was about to add, because he immediately cut in with a flat and heartless, "No."
Lin Huahua slowly turned her head to look at him.
That was all?
Just no?
This fox did not even let her explain herself before crushing her hopes with one word.
At that moment, the little white rat princess felt that Feng Yiren was truly her natural enemy in this world. His fox ears were lifted, his red eyes were serious, and there was not even one trace of teasing in his face this time, which only made the whole thing more hateful. He was not joking. He really meant it. There would be no discussion, no sweet talk, no space left for argument. The answer on his handsome annoying face was simply no.
Lin Huahua's cheeks puffed up at once.
