Women often can't hear explanations when they are being petulant, something Yu Yanshen understood well.
But he couldn't just let her leave like that. How long she would stay angry this time was unknown.
He didn't want to continue this stiff process anymore.
His long legs pressed down on her unstable knees as Yanshen leaned down and lifted her chin with his hand.
His expression was calm, as if intentionally trying to suppress Yao Qing's restlessness.
"Hear me out, Yao Qing."
Yao Qing looked at him coldly, anger swirling in her delicate and beautiful eyes.
After a moment, she realized that here, she could not physically confront this man; it would do her no good.
She sneered, a hint of mockery at the corner of her eyes, "Fine, speak your piece."
Watching her eyes filled with mockery, Yanshen furrowed his brows.
A few seconds later, his deep voice sounded.
