Huangfu Ye, standing off to the side, took in a sharp breath, nervously casting glances at Beiming Han...
Beiming Han's once relaxed brow gradually contorted into a tight knot...
"I've seen the painting Xiao Yi made for Gu Qingxin, I know Xiao Yi longs for a family. I want to give Xiao Yi a home! Marrying me is the best choice, and it gives you a reason to refuse Long Xuxu." Ye Yingsu spoke in a calm tone.
Beiming Han stared at her, his intense gaze imbued with stifling silence. Ye Yingsu was patient, waiting for his decision.
"I will not marry you."
It took a long time before Beiming Han finally uttered these words.
"Are you not afraid I will kill her?" the corner of Ye Yingsu's lips curved into a bloodthirsty smirk.
"You won't... because Xiao Yi would be heartbroken…"
Ye Yingsu froze at his reply, then Beiming Han added, "And I won't allow it. Her life is mine!"
Having delivered these words, Beiming Han, carrying ten mobile phones, left the room hurriedly.
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