Yan Ye just gave it a cold look, then asked, "What did you say and do after calling for Su Yanxin tonight? Tell me."
Yan Ye sat down on a sofa adjacent to Zhao Qitian, with an elegant and casual posture, yet his tone was like that of interrogating a criminal.
Zhao Qitian had always been the one speaking to others in this manner...
Although his pride was hurt by Yan Ye's arrogant attitude, he had no choice but to bottle up his anger.
"Didn't say much, that woman has high emotional intelligence. She looks like she's trying to please you, but in reality, she can't get anything out of it. If you don't believe me, you can try calling her... and to think I even gave her a watch worth over two hundred thousand!..."
Yan Ye's lips curved into a handsome smile as if he had heard a joke, his gaze softly falling on Zhao Qitian's palm.
"I think this little thing suits me quite well!" Yan Ye chuckled.
