Sheng Qianxia, this time, provided a serious reply, "No, I like it!"
Who would like the woman coveting their own husband? Especially one who acts like everything she fancies should belong to her?
Luo Yanxi deserved to be taught a lesson. It was just a piano, after all. Even if the whole city refused to sell her one, she could always find a way to get it.
If she really couldn't get one, considering how arrogant she had been before, it could only be seen as her bad luck. Who asked them, father and daughter, to offend her!
Gong Beiyao, seeing the expression on Sheng Qianxia's face, had a slight smile at the corner of his lips, "Then, let me answer your previous question."
"What?"
Gong Beiyao leaned in to press her against the car, "I don't like white lotuses, nor do I like green tea."
"What?" Had she asked anything about white lotuses and green tea? She couldn't remember at all.
