The thought of her attending this blind date made Shang Jingchen's blood boil. He glared menacingly at Ye Lu.
"Now, it's time to settle our scores!" He reached to grab her arm.
Ye Lu couldn't help but shiver, taking a few steps back.
A cute little girl, as lovely as an angel, swaggered up to him, defiantly pointing her finger at his nose: "What's with the intimidating attitude, you stinky old man!"
"What? You called me a stinky old man?" Shang Jingchen's brow furrowed, wondering where this little brat had come from, daring to curse him like this. It was the first time in his life a woman had the audacity to wag her finger in his face.
What irritated him the most was being called "old man". He was so young and handsome, suave and dashing, how could he possibly look like an old man?
Was he really that old? This sharp-tongued little girl.
