"So, what? You want me to take responsibility for Miss Yang?" Yu Xiuzhun squinted, his handsome figure rising from the chair, bypassing the table, and pacing to stand before Ye Mingmei.
He looked down at her flushed face from above, his gaze deep and knowing.
With long fingers, he lifted her chin, his thin lips slightly parted, "I slept with you, so why don't you let me take responsibility?"
"It's different..."
Ye Mingmei slapped his hand away, her voice unconsciously rising.
"I don't like you, I don't want you to take responsibility, but Yang Meilan is different, she seems to like you a lot. Otherwise, why would she be so angry and come to me to show off?"
"..."
Hearing her repeatedly say that she doesn't like him and doesn't want to marry him, Yu Xiuzhun inexplicably felt a surge of anger. He lowered his head and silenced her incessant chatter.
"Mmm..."
Ye Mingmei's eyes widened suddenly, completely unaware of what was happening.
