"We're just friends now, but what about the future? Can you guarantee you won't fall for him later?" Yin Donghan sneered.
"..." Zhao Yating fell silent.
"See, you can't guarantee it either. I can tell you already have feelings for him, right?" Yin Donghan's expression grew darker.
"That's my business, not yours!" Zhao Yating said coldly, unwilling to discuss the matter with Yin Donghan. She had no habit of sharing her emotional life with others.
"Yating, we've been childhood friends, we are the ones who truly match. How can that loser be worthy of you?" Yin Donghan said excitedly:
"And Uncle Zhao will definitely not agree to you marrying him. You might as well give up hope."
"My marriage is up to me, and I'm not even with him right now; what are you so worked up about?"
Zhao Yating said disdainfully, but she also felt very angry inside. The fact that Yin Donghan would use her father to threaten her disgusted her immensely.
"I..." Yin Donghan was at a loss for words.
