"Did you just say you have nothing to do with Yang Meilan?" Ye Mingmei finally snapped out of her shock.
"Is it that important?" Yu Xiuzhun saw her serious demeanor, and his interest piqued. He put down his glass, leaned slightly forward, and got closer to Ye Mingmei.
"Of course it is!" Ye Mingmei's emotions were visibly agitated.
Yu Xiuzhun narrowed his wicked eyes, as if a small firework exploded in his heart.
"How important?"
"Important enough that I'd want to strangle Yang Meilan!" Ye Mingmei slammed the table in indignation and sat up straight.
"If you're not getting engaged, why did she run to me and spout nonsense, acting like I'm the homewrecker clinging to you? Which of her eyes saw me clinging to you? Clearly, I don't care, okay!"
Ye Mingmei didn't notice Yu Xiuzhun's face had already darkened. She paused, then continued speaking.
