"You can get up. She's not my woman, you don't need to apologize to me." At this moment, Ye Qingfeng finally spoke.
Hearing Ye Qingfeng's words, Ruan Qingyou's face instantly turned deathly pale again. Waves of regret surged through her heart. Such a good opportunity had just been ruined by her own hands.
That so-called Guan Xun, that Peng Yan Yu, that Jiang Chao—those rich young masters of East River City—before this young man, were all nothing but trash.
Thinking of how she had mocked and scolded Ye Qingfeng just now, saying he didn't know how high the sky was or how deep the earth was, and even trying to talk to him about background, status, and ability, she only felt that she was ridiculous. Her pretty face suddenly burned with a stinging heat.
Ignoring whatever Ruan Qingyou might be feeling, Ye Qingfeng's expression remained indifferent. He had never taken this woman to heart in the first place.
