Xia Qingqian struggled to break free, her hand turning red and swollen from his grip. She frowned deeply and said impatiently, "Mr. Ye, if you keep this up, I'll call the police!" She had seen shameless people before, but never anyone as shameless as this!
"Come on, come on, we should celebrate this subtle fate between us." He smiled and then reached out to flick the tip of Xia Qingqian's nose. "Don't always frown, it's easy to get wrinkles."
Xia Qingqian dodged, avoiding his second attempt to flick her nose, and gave him a fierce look, gritting her teeth as she said, "There's no such thing as fate between us."
"Oh, is that so?" Ye Chenfeng retracted his hand, looking somewhat lonely, and said with a sense of sorrow, "Then how do you explain the situation between you and Beitang Yao?"
