"Much obliged for the reminder!"
"I'm not doing it for you." Yi Shaotian's face was impassive.
With a snort, Xing Ye rapidly extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, rose to his feet, and walked towards the door. Just as he reached the entrance, he turned back, looking at him with piercing eyes that carried a trace of something unusual.
"Let me remind you, too, a man in his thirties can't handle this kind of play!"
"Thank you!" The corner of Yi Shaotian's mouth twitched as he smiled, light as a feather.
Xing Shuai, treat her well!
Meanwhile, Xing Ye, who felt like he was on pins and needles under his gaze, hurried to the parking lot while frantically calling Lian Qiao as soon as he left the room.
To tell the truth, Yi Shaotian's reminder had not only alarmed him but had also given him a bad premonition.
What role exactly did Xing Ziyang play in Yi Anran's exposure?
The purpose of Xing Ziyang was self-evident.
