"How can you joke about our relationship like this!"
In the room on the eighth floor, Shen Shiyao angrily stared at Lin Yifan, who was leaning against the head of the bed.
The drinking party just now was simply too absurd.
Lin Yifan, on the other hand, looked relaxed, playing with his phone and said.
"Your third uncle has been making things difficult ever since he walked in. I know he despises me from the core, so why not make it clear?"
"He's unreasonable, but you can't just give up like this. They are snobs, but I'm not. Do you really need to use this method to force me to leave?"
Shen Shiyao stared at Lin Yifan, filled with grievances.
Just when there was a spark between them, how could he act like this?
Lin Yifan sat up, reached out, and took Shen Shiyao's delicate hand and said.
"Who said I'm forcing you to leave? I'm doing this to make him not dare to interfere with us in the future: that's why I made this bet with him."
