Ji Mingyu didn't want to reveal his identity, and he had no interest in paying attention to Yun Feifei, so he turned around and left.
Yun Feifei froze in place for a moment, her face turning pale and blue.
In fact, although she was nominally Yun Tianyi's daughter, she had never met Yun Tianyi many times.
And every time they met, Yun Tianyi never took her seriously and never spoke nicely to her.
But she thought that Yun Tianyi would give her some face in front of outsiders this time.
Let her satisfy her vanity in front of this outstanding man.
Who would have thought that Yun Tianyi would simply ignore her, making her feel so ashamed that she almost couldn't face anyone.
Yun Feifei's eyes were red and she almost cried, but she found that although Ji Mingyu didn't say anything, he didn't leave either.
Could it be that he also has feelings for me, and seeing that I am sad, he wants to stay and comfort me
When she thought of this, Yun Feifei's cold heart warmed up again.
She raised her eyelids slightly, and said with a bit of grievance and sadness in her voice: "Father is always busy, and he doesn't even have time to spend with me and my grandmother. Since I was a child, I have longed for my father to take some time to accompany me. Not to teach me how to practice, not to give me magic weapons and elixirs, but purely to hope that he can stay by my side. Sir, do you think my request is too much?"
Silence, a dead silence.
Yun Feifei secretly glanced at Ji Mingyu, but before she could see his expression clearly, she was captivated by his handsome appearance. Her breathing became disordered, her mind was disturbed, and she immediately lowered her head.
She gritted her teeth and couldn't help but take another step forward, asking with a pleading tone: "Sir, can I know your identity? You know my father, can you ask him for me, how can I make him notice me and care about me more? If I can win the Warrior Training Competition, will he look at me differently?"
"I wonder if you know that I have also signed up for the Xuanying Fairy Grand Prix before the Warrior Training Competition. I would like to invite you to come and watch. I wonder if you..."
Yun Feifei was full of confidence after saying this, but the only response she got was still cold silence.
She was anxiously waiting for the man's reaction when suddenly a clear, pleasant, but angry voice came over, "Does your father look at you differently? Why are you asking my man?"
The voice was indescribably familiar, so familiar that Yun Feifei's face suddenly turned ugly.
She raised her head suddenly, and the first thing she saw was not the appearance of the person who came, but Ji Mingyu's eyes and expression that changed suddenly.
The man who had always been cold and indifferent, as if everything in the world was nothing but dead things in his eyes, suddenly seemed to soften time at this moment, emitting a strong sense of pampering and love.
Yun Feifei was almost stunned as she watched.
Because this man with such gentle and doting eyes exuded a charm a hundred times stronger than before, making her hopelessly obsessed with this feeling, and she wished that all the tenderness of this man was directed towards her.
But soon, the man's slender hand touched the other person's face, and his voice was clear but gentle, "Xi'er."
Yun Feifei's gaze also fell on the face of the person who came.
Xi Yue, it was indeed Xi Yue.
Although she has exquisite facial features, she only dresses in men's clothing, has no deep background, and no strong cultivation. Why does such a person appear in front of me again and again, and trample me under his feet again and again? (To be continued)