Hearing this, Ye Mu Fan's complexion abruptly turned gloomy. His gaze, which had been fixed on the television next to him, suddenly retracted, and he turned to look at Su Li, who sat restlessly on the sofa. His attractive brows gradually knitted together. "Do you think I'd find appealing a room that even Huo Beichen looks down on?"
"Or are you saying that I only deserve what Huo Beichen discards?"
Su Li: "..."
"No, what I mean is, you'll be more comfortable living alone!"
After all, he was very annoyed with her at the moment, and his disdain for her was only held back by the presence of others. Otherwise, he probably would have thrown her out directly. With his former temperament, seeing that the man remained motionless and silent, she hastily added, "If you think that is a room Mr. Huo doesn't want, then I can move into that room, and you can have this one!"
