Li Chengyun sat on the edge of the bed with an imposing bearing, his gaze deep, his visage cold, and a formidable aura emanating from him.
But the way he looked at Yu Jingrong was somewhat aggrieved. Yu Jingrong naturally knew this, but she didn't understand why he was gazing at her with such a wronged expression, making her feel like a criminal.
Feeling uncomfortable, she pouted and tried to make things difficult for him: "I am not sleeping here tonight, I am going downstairs to sleep in the guest room."
Just as she was about to get up, Li Chengyun immediately grabbed her from behind: "Why do you want to go downstairs to sleep in the guest room? We haven't quarreled, we only have differing opinions, and if the conversation was unpleasant, we simply don't have to talk."
Li Chengyun, a man with an arrogant personality, stuck to his mind once he made up his mind, and nothing could shake his will. His tone, full of appeasement, even suggested that they don't have to talk.
