Hearing this, Yao Ying didn't know whether to laugh or get angry. Utterly exasperated, she said, "Who asked you for a salary? I couldn't care less about that measly bit of money!"
"Is that so? Well, thank God for that," Feng Hao sneered. "Don't let the door hit you on your way out."
"You... you bastard!" Humiliated and furious, Yao Ying was suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of being wronged.
"Heh! You trying to make me get rough with you? When I start throwing punches, I don't care if you're a man or a woman. You should know that better than anyone," Feng Hao said, his face darkening.
At his words, Yao Ying's mind flashed back to the time he had beaten her senseless. That, in turn, reminded her of her true purpose for getting close to him. In that instant, the hatred she had suppressed in her heart surged once more.
