Ye Anhao just assumed that Prince's illness flared up again. She said nonchalantly, "Ouyang Yifeng, I'm not one of those lovestruck girls crazily in love with you. If you want to use your old tricks to fool me, I advise you to give up early."
"Ye Anhao, I am serious," Ouyang Yifeng said, enunciating each word.
Ye Anhao's eyes flickered, her fingers trembled slightly. After a brief silence, she slowly raised her eyes, letting her gaze linger on his handsome face for a few seconds before speaking expressionlessly, "Let's pretend I never heard what you just said. As for the bet, let's call it off."
With that, Ye Anhao turned around coldly. She acted as if nothing had happened and returned to her seat, but her heart was in turmoil. She told herself secretly that someone like Ouyang Yifeng, a typical playboy, would never truly care about anyone. What he said just now was just talk, and she shouldn't take it to heart.
