"Don't flatter yourself into thinking you're so important. Are you worth causing a family conflict?" he scoffed.
"That's hard to say, you should not be unaware of Bo Yeyuan's personality." In this regard, he was narrow-minded and possessive.
"What is this personality you speak of?" The man sat down on the sofa and picked up his cup of black tea, looking graceful and spirited in his movements.
What a pity, no matter how much he tries, he still has an uncle's face.
"Deep, unfathomable, temperamental, possessive, and prone to anger," Li Qiyu searched her mind for words that suited him.
The man's face stiffened, and bringing the tea to his lips seemed to lose its appeal; he set it back down on the table. "Amuse me."
"You're in a bad mood?"
"Would I pay you eighty million just to listen to you ramble if I was in a good mood?" he retorted heatedly.
