"What... what do you want to do?" Feng Yanyan immediately placed both hands behind her, her little face on guard.
Yan Nansheng raised an eyebrow, "It's not very convenient to talk like this."
Feng Yanyan glanced around, noting that outside was a green space, and the balcony here wasn't high, with only a railing that came up to thigh-level which could be opened.
But... she wasn't going to tell him that.
Having decided this, Feng Yanyan then said, "Just say whatever you want to say."
Hearing her words, Yan Nansheng abruptly withdrew his hands, slipped them into his suit pants pockets, and even curled his thin lips in a prideful manner, "I don't want to say it anymore."
Feng Yanyan: "..."
Frowning, she also got annoyed, "Then you can leave."
After speaking, she turned to go back inside.
Out of nowhere, her arm was suddenly grabbed.
