The person in disgust spat out the dice and hastily tossed them into the trash can.
Then, Yu Yanshen leaned in again, whispering, "If you like her, just confess. If that doesn't work, snatch her away. Is there anything in Yaocheng that you, President Yu, can't have?"
Yu Yanshen gave him a cold, sidelong glance. "What do you know?"
His sixth sense told him that Yao Qing would attend the banquet.
He hadn't expected to actually run into her.
He had even less expected that she would be Feng Ye's companion.
"Of course, I understand. I see you're so close to shooting fire out of your eyes. If it bothers you so much, why don't you just go and break them up? What's the big deal?"
"If she gets angry and ignores me, will you be responsible?"
Directly break them up?
That was Yu Yanshen's immediate reaction when he first saw the two of them together.
