"You can't just say that, Yan Xiaye."
Li Beicheng laughed leisurely, speaking softly with deep affection, "If it weren't for your appearance, my relationship with Shuirou might have continued. After all, she's much more obedient and gentle than you. Considering Ya'er's influence, I originally planned to keep her by my side for a long time as a satisfying lover."
"Li Beicheng, you really make me sick!"
Glaring fiercely at the ruthless man, Yan Xiaye remained unapologetic, "That's between you and Yan Shuirou. I'm not interested in your past, nor do I want to appear before you. Stop being narcissistic in front of me!"
Li Beicheng raised an eyebrow, his gaze playful, as if observing a childish girl, "Shuirou did such malicious things to you. Even if I don't deal with her, you're still waiting for the right moment. You even purposely got close to Younger Uncle to achieve revenge. Am I wrong?"
"Not only are you wrong, but you're completely wrong!"
