Ye Anhao couldn't stand the man's arrogance and dominance, and said coldly, "Sir, are you sick?"
Interfering in her business for no reason—if that wasn't sick, what was?
The man's eyes narrowed sharply, and his handsome face moved closer, "You'd better not make me angry."
"You're the one who came looking for trouble. Who do you have to blame?" Ye Anhao retorted sharply.
This sentence instantly made the man's face drop to ice-cold. In fact, what Ye Anhao didn't know was that her comment hit the nail on the head. Even Ouyang Che himself didn't know why he came here and was wasting time with this woman.
The more it went on like this, the worse his expression became. "Ye Anhao, don't be ungrateful."
Ye Anhao was secretly shocked, "How do you know my name?"
"I have my ways to find out."
