"Hey, beautiful, even if you want to be my fiancée, you have to see if I'm willing," Xiao Yifeng said.
Lu Xueqing snorted, "Who wants to be your fiancée? Keep dreaming. As for your willingness, if you could find someone like me to be your fiancée, it would be a blessing from your ancestors."
"Beautiful, you're sick!" Xiao Yifeng suddenly said, his gaze fixed on Lu Xueqing.
"Asshole, you're the one who's sick. How dare you curse me. Ya Xin, look at your fiancé; he has no character at all," Lu Xueqing frowned, her eyes flashing with anger.
"Xiao Yifeng, what nonsense are you spouting?" Ye Yaxin's face turned cold as she looked at him icily.
"Beautiful, you really are sick. You often feel stomach pain and lack appetite," Xiao Yifeng said nonchalantly.
"How do you know?" Upon hearing Xiao Yifeng's words, Lu Xueqing's face showed surprise, and she looked at him with astonishment.
