"…"
Mu Yancheng's heart sank.
"Although this is our first meeting, there's no need for all this mumbo-jumbo. We don't have to put on an act for anyone, either," Lin Xueya said indifferently.
With that, she bypassed him arrogantly and walked toward the couch.
Her neglect turned the courteous smile on his face into something rigid. He retrieved his hand uneasily.
It was said that the missy of the Lin family had a first-lady temper and was peevish. Having personally met her now, it seemed that she was indeed hard to tame.
However, her response instigated his primitive desire for conquest.
He smiled and sat down on the couch opposite of her.
Facing the cold woman, Mu Yancheng exchanged conventional greetings with full zest. Despite flaunting his charm and wits, an icy look remained on Lin Xueya's face, which was nonchalant and expressionless.
He began to feel frustrated.
