"Commander Feng, don't be so tense. Mi Yao and I have been friends for many years, we were just chatting casually," Feng Zhengyu said with a smile.
"Oh, is that so? Well then, let's us have a chat too, since we've known each other no less time than you and Mi Yao." Saying this, Feng Yueming picked up a chair with his large hand, gloved in black leather, and inserted it between Mi Yao and Feng Zhengyu, then sat down calmly.
At this, the atmosphere among the three of them became quite bizarre.
Because the distance between Mi Yao and Feng Zhengyu was neither long nor short, adding a chair made it feel crowded. Now with Feng Yueming sitting between the two, at a glance, the three of them looked like they were squeezed together.
Mi Yao looked around at the crowd; everyone was watching them—her ex-fiancé, her current husband, and her. Their sitting together looked just like a prime-time soap opera.
