Yu Jingrong's chopsticks stiffened, and she glanced at Li Chengyun next to her without thinking.
Because Huo Shufen did not want her to live with Li Chengyun before they got engaged, she lied, "I'm staying at a hotel."
A hotel? Treating his house as a hotel was an answer that made Li Chengyun want to stand up and throttle Yu Jingrong's slender neck.
She should know that everything in that villa was personally selected by him for her. Each item was a manifestation of his love for her, yet she treated it like a hotel.
Yu Jingrong knew that Li Chengyun would feel unhappy about her answer, but she had promised Huo Shufen not to live with him before their engagement.
"So, it is a hotel, a five-star hotel," Li Chengyun retorted jokingly but with a cold voice.
"No, it's a seven-star rated," Yu Jingrong retorted in a similar jesting tone.
However, Li Chengyun's tone had no humor—the depth of his heart grew even colder.
