Feng Tianyi eyed his brother for a moment before chuckling lowly behind his hand.
"Tianhua, I don't think you are in position to stop me from pursuing Tang Moyu. Or are you forgetting that the woman standing next to you is your wife and Tang Moyu was just a woman who used to be betrothed to you?" He reminded his younger brother, making sure that Feng Tianhua knew his place.
"Whether I want to see, to date or to marry Tang Moyu… Tianhua, don't forget she has nothing to do with you anymore. You lost your chances." He then glanced at Xing Yiyue's way, whose face was contorted with anger and disappointment.
"Worry about your wife. As for Tang Moyu…" he smiled devilishly, sending alarm bells ringing in the younger Feng brother's head. "Leave her to me, will ya? I think she's an interesting woman. How was she able to keep up cleaning after you for so long, I have no idea." He pondered out loud.
