"Are you sure you want everything to be said loud and clear?" the man asked Song Yun with a cold glare.
"I'm not one to dawdle. You show up at my house early in the morning, wasting not only my time but my youth as well. Old man, I know your glory days may not have been so great, but that doesn't mean you have to ruin mine," Song Yun complained.
"Let's keep this simple, then. Hand over Li Yueyue to us, and we can pretend that nothing happened today," the man said, pouring himself a cup of tea with practiced ease, as if he were in his own home.
"Impossible. I've said before, this matter needs Li Yueyue's personal consent. Don't even dream of trying to intimidate or tempt her into anything; she won't fall for that," Song Yun retorted with furrowed brows. "Even if Li Yueyue goes back with you, wouldn't Li Gao spill everything about today once he's back?"
