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Li Beicheng was not unfamiliar with Yan Xiaye's sharp tongue.
But this time, his thin lips trembled slightly, and he was at a complete loss for words.
Because she was absolutely right, he could never admit that he still longed for her.
That kind of feeling was not merely possessiveness.
Seeing Li Beicheng strangely fall into silence, Yan Xiaye assumed he had run out of arguments and sneered as she shrugged off his hand, pointing toward the direction of the studio exit, "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."
Li Beicheng, with a dark look in his eyes, stared at her and remained rooted to the spot, then suddenly uttered a shocking statement, "I'm hungry."
Yan Xiaye looked at him as if he were a monster. Hadn't she made herself clear enough? Why on earth did he think she would obediently cook for him?
She had never before realized that the so-called nobleman Li Beicheng could be so shameless.
