Yanjing Dream, since when did they become so easy to talk to?
Ye Qingfeng paid no mind to Han Qingqiu's expression. He took Ouyang Liluo by the hand and walked past her, pointing at Han Qingqiu with a cold demeanor as he passed.
"I don't care what you want to do, but don't get any ideas about her!"
After saying that, Ye Qingfeng walked away proudly with Ouyang Liluo, leaving behind a crowd of shocked onlookers.
In Yanjing, it was the first time they had seen a young man so blatantly disregard Han Qingqiu's face, even speaking to her with such coldness, yet Han Qingqiu barely reacted.
After Ye Qingfeng left, Han Qingqiu stood still for a few seconds, her slender fingers slightly clenched into a fist.
"I just can't believe that with my charm, Han Qingqiu, there's any man I can't win over, especially a shameless rogue like you!"
She tilted her head slightly and walked away with an elegant stride, exuding a queenly aura that dared no one to look her directly in the eye.
