He believed that as long as Yuan Shanshan had even a slight discernment, she should know what to do.
Yuan Shanshan, of course, knew what Yan Zhihong was doing. She immediately sneered and said, "Sorry, I don't care who you are."
Then Yuan Shanshan turned to leave, but Yan Zhihong wasn't willing to give up. He quickly moved forward a few steps, blocking her path.
"What the hell do you want?" Yuan Shanshan asked with a cold face, now also somewhat angry.
"Beauty, since we're both here to attend the bride and groom's wedding, that should make us relatives or friends, right? I mean no harm, I just simply want to make friends with you," Yan Zhihong said earnestly, feeling surprised in his heart. It seemed Yuan Shanshan was more difficult to handle than he had imagined.
"Sorry, I'm not interested," Yuan Shanshan said coldly, her patience wearing thin as she stepped away to leave.
