Truth be told, beneath the humiliation and fury that Wang Yueryao felt from Ye Fei's teasing, there was a flicker of happiness and sweetness in the deepest recesses of her heart.
Even upon learning that her eldest and youngest daughters had also fallen into his grasp, her reaction was far less severe than when she had witnessed the incestuous act between Ye Fei and his mother.
The existence of her second daughter, Ye Fei's biological mother, had somewhat softened the blow.
What truly made Wang Yueryao's heart sink was Ye Fei's words, which implied that he saw her merely as a substitute for his three daughters.
The mere thought of this filled her with immense sorrow and a sense of grievance. Consequently, the fragile truce that had begun to form between her and Ye Fei crumbled once again.
"Alright, if you get horny, just give me a call," Ye Fei shrugged, nonchalantly pulling out a set of men's clothes from his spatial ring and dressing himself.
