Rumor has it that Qi Fang is a refined gentleman, a young and talented man, cultured and well-mannered, as well as clever and resourceful, making him the ideal son-in-law in the eyes of many wealthy families. But now, in Ye Shuilan's view, most rumors are not credible.
This is called cultured? Clearly, he's a scoundrel, extremely vile.
"That's my stuff, and you took it without asking. Qi Fang, is this your life's principle?" Ye Shuilan sneered.
"No need to provoke me." Qi Fang glanced at her, lowered his gaze and said, "Now, whether the stuff is with me or not, the trouble has already started. You might as well clarify things and solve this trouble!"
"I told you, if you return it to me, the trouble will naturally disappear." Ye Shuilan growled.
"Do you know what's inside?" Qi Fang asked.
Ye Shuilan was taken aback, somewhat cautious: "Why are you asking that?"
