"Mr. Yu, you know, my dad really admires you. He has always hoped for us to have further connections..."
Yang Meilan spoke with a hint of suggestion, her gaze firmly locked on Yu Xiuzhun's charming face.
A slight blush appeared on her face.
"I also admire Mr. Yang's abilities, but I think Miss Yang misunderstood. This has nothing to do with you." Yu Xiuzhun took a drag of his cigarette, stood up, walked up to Yang Meilan, and exhaled the smoke towards her face.
"Cough, cough—"
Yang Meilan coughed uncomfortably, looking at him somewhat bewildered.
She didn't understand what Yu Xiuzhun meant by that statement.
"Can't understand?" Yu Xiuzhun's wicked eyebrows slightly raised, and he laughed coldly.
"I did consider whether to date you, but I never remember having any fiancée. Miss Yang, please be more reserved next time you daydream, and don't spread nonsense everywhere. It troubles me."
