"This is not for you to worry about, and I never thought about seeking your consent, just informing you." Zhuang Xiyue gathered her long hair, enchanting and alluring.
Yan Nanmo felt a tickle in his heart and was about to embrace her, but Zhuang Xiyue spun gracefully away from the edge of the table, dodging his arms, and looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"Yan Nanmo, what exactly are you worried about?"
Yan Nanmo withdrew his empty hand, "Yun Ya is smart, but perhaps too smart for her own good. Such a person is more than the Yan Family can afford."
"Can't afford?" Zhuang Xiyue scoffed, "Then, can you afford me?"
Yan Nanmo was stunned, "Yueyue, that's completely different."
