Yin Geping laughed from behind: "Beauty, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Let's sit down and have a good chat."
Amin turned around slowly upon hearing this.
She stared intently at Yin Geping, the endurance in her eyes seeming to reach its limit.
These people are so annoying!
Amin spoke calmly, "I don't like you."
"..." Yin Geping.
It was the first time someone told him so bluntly, I don't like you.
It made Mr. Yin feel quite fresh.
"Hahaha—"
His joyful laughter echoed in the private room.
Having laughed enough, he fixed his eyes on Amin, "Beauty, you don't need to like me, it's enough that I like you."
"But I don't like you liking me," Amin retorted.
This was her most truthful thought.
On the side, Lu Qing listened to the conversation of these two ancestors, and his head was about to explode.
Why does it feel like a conversation between elementary school students, playing house.
