In Feng Yuhuai's dictionary, the word "gratitude" doesn't exist; kindness is nothing more than a seasoning in her mind.
In Feng Yuhuai's understanding, the essence of "gratitude" is merely an exchange of interests tainted with the impurities of blood ties, wrapped in falseness.
Just like the endless expectations Feng Ju places on her, and her constant demands from him.
Therefore, the words from Tian Xiaohai's mouth made her nauseous. The key is, she could tell Tian Xiaohai was serious, which made it even more disgusting.
Feng Yuhuai let out a cold sneer in her heart, disdaining to retort, responding instead with an elegant and indifferent demeanor.
She gently raised her slender, fair right hand, her index finger elegantly twirling like a conductor's baton.
The red string on her fingertips seemed to come alive, instantly springing to life, swirling around her with an odd and beautiful rhythm.
