Huo Zhenyang's gaze gradually darkened, his strong fingers loosening slightly as his eyelids twitched, "What you're saying is, Ye Yongning doesn't want to hit on you, but wants to hit on your mom?"
Jiayi ground her teeth, her face feeling somewhat feverish, "What's all this about hitting on someone! Can't you speak more nicely!"
Given her reaction, that must be it.
No wonder Ye Yongning kept sneaking over to Green Island Garden.
Huo Zhenyang's Adam's apple moved, but he said nothing.
Jiayi seized the moment of his hesitation, shaking off the shackle of his large hand, and stormed towards the bedroom door.
Heh, she really was angry.
His complexion, which had just started to improve, darkened once again as he sharply commanded, "Stop right there."
Stop right there? Stop your big head, ghost!
She was called over for a round of interrogation, wrongfully accused to death, her clothes all ruined, and he still wanted her to stop?
