"I did spend Qin Grandpa's money, but what does that have to do with you?"
Qin Feimo's face froze, his dark eyes deepening, "Feng Jinglei, it seems you don't understand your position?"
"Position? You mean to say that because I'm staying at your house, everything I eat and wear is charity from the Qin Family, and I shouldn't speak to you in this tone, right?" Her heart hurt, hurt so much that the tears she was trying hard to hold back were uncontrollably welling up in her eyes.
"I know, you're the Young Master of the Qin Family, and I, someone living under your roof, must submit to you willingly! Is that what you want to say?"
Her eyes suddenly reddened, causing a stir of unidentified emotion in his heart. But what exactly it was, he couldn't figure out.
"Don't you hate me so much now? I'm willingly leaving your sight, isn't that what you wanted? I don't understand, what's there for Young Master Qin to be dissatisfied with?"
