Yan Rusheng stared at her back, and he was strangely composed. "Wen Xuxu, I don't believe in fate. I only believe in myself."
I've decided that I want you, so you have to be mine.
Wen Xuxu's body went rigid. Although he sounded calm, she felt that his proclamation seemed to be filled with determination.
"I'll send you back." Yan Rusheng walked towards Xuxu with an intense look in his eyes.
He knew that it would be difficult to keep her forcefully by his side, but winning her heart would be just as difficult.
But he wanted both her and her heart.
Xuxu was surprised by his words. "Aren't you attending the birthday celebration?"
Yan Rusheng snorted loudly and said in exasperation, "Wasn't it your fault for taking such a long time at the photo booth? I've received word that the celebration has ended."
She was flabbergasted! She'd spent such a short time at the booth, why was he pushing the blame onto her?
