"Han Siyu, you snatched your own sister's boyfriend before, and now you're trying to steal mine. How despicable you are."
"Shut up."
Gu Nanxi shouted sternly, looking at Han Yaxin with cold eyes.
"Nancy, why are you speaking to me so loudly? This woman is just specialized in stealing other people's boyfriends. She's really bad, really bad."
With tears in her eyes, Han Yaxin looked up at Gu Nanxi, her pitiful and fragile appearance really made one feel sorry for her.
Gu Nanxi looked at Han Yaxin indifferently, then turned his gaze to Zhong Li, his sharply defined face showing an unreadable expression: "Want to be with me?"
"Didn't I make it very clear just now? Why does President Gu have to ask again?"
Gu Nanxi's lips curled into a profound smile, suddenly leaning closer to Zhong Li, their lips just barely brushing against each other: "You better not regret it."
