Nangong Xiao: "!!!"
After Di Yimo finished speaking, he seemed to be in a very good mood. His hands coolly and leisurely tucked into his pockets, he lifted his foot to leave, but after taking two steps, he stopped and turned back to glance at her.
Nangong Xiao's face was still flushed red, her look was bewildered, standing there beautifully and adorably as she watched him.
"Also, aunt, remember this." Di Yimo's lips curled up slowly, "Remember, you belong to me, and for the next few years, don't cause yourself any trouble. If you do, I can't guarantee what I might do to you."
After saying this, Di Yimo withdrew his gaze. His eyes were like those of a king, filled with possessiveness and control, arrogant and domineering much like the Di Family's third young master back in the day, possibly even more so.
Di Yimo walked away in a carefree manner, leaving Nangong Xiao stunned in place.
