"I found it funny, so I laughed, what's the problem?" Lin Fan retorted, looking calmly at Zhe Yu.
A country bumpkin, showing no fear at all towards him, a wealthy person driving a Ferrari. This left Zhe Yu a bit surprised, and increasingly uncomfortable.
"I'm talking to my fiancée, outsiders shouldn't interrupt!" Zhe Yu said coldly.
Lin Fan said, "That's strange, Yue'er, you didn't even know this person a minute ago, at most just a blind date. Since when did he become your fiancé?"
Wei Yue'er blushed, a bit angry, and said, "Mr. Fan, I hope you understand, I am not your fiancée. If you want to talk to your fiancée, excuse me for not disturbing you."
Zhe Yu chuckled, "Yue'er, don't be angry, alright, let's just say I was too abrupt. Can we start over? It's for your safety; you can feel at ease riding in my car. I just think there's no need for you to trouble yourself that way."
Wei Yue'er said, "Thank you for your consideration, Mr. Fan, but there's no need."
