"Bang——!"
Su Xiaoli's teacup fell directly to the ground from her hands.
The teacup shattered, tea leaves and liquid scattering across the floor.
The young girl stared blankly at Qin Yihan's face, "You... you're joking, right?"
How could that be possible!?
Qin Yihan curved his lips, a faint smile emerging on his face behind the mask.
He walked to the restroom, picked up the broom and mop, and began cleaning the broken pieces and tea leaves off the ground, slightly furrowing his brows, "Why do you think I'm joking?"
The man's voice was low and magnetic:
"Could I not truly like you?"
Su Xiaoli was so shocked that she couldn't speak.
After a moment, she quickly shrank back, scooting over to the couch next to her, maintaining a safe distance from Qin Yihan.
The woman bit her lip, her voice awkward and halting:
"Qin Zimo... stop joking around!"
"I am your sister-in-law, after all!"
"And Qin Yihan and I..."
