"Get out."
Lan Jiaojiao said coldly.
Fang Zhiyi's eyes darkened, suppressing his anger, he said, "Miss Lan, why keep people at arm's length? In a few days, you and I will be husband and wife; such alienation is not good."
Lan Jiaojiao looked at him coldly, her eyes full of disgust.
Fang Zhiyi's face turned grim, "Miss Lan, I have treated you with courtesy, but if you don't appreciate it, life won't be easy for you in the future.
You might not realize it, but I will be the future head of the Fang Family. If you are sensible, you will become the mistress of the family, one person beneath only one, above thousands. If you are not, then you will bear the consequences."
"Threatening me?" Lan Jiaojiao's pretty face was icy, not hiding her loathing for Fang Zhiyi in the slightest, "Is the Fang Family truly devoid of people, to choose you as the future head? I think the Fang Family's decline is near."
