"..."
Jin Jumo's eyes flickered more fiercely.
"I don't need a month, I can tell you the answer now, it's impossible!"
A cold, stern voice was thrown over from the doorway.
Jin Jumo's eyes trembled violently, hurriedly breaking away from Rong Mochen's tightly pressed lips, opening her lips slightly, looking toward Ying Jingyao, who appeared at the door with a handsome but angry face.
Ying Jingyao held a mobile phone in one hand, tightly clenching the other, his moist eyes locked onto Jin Jumo's gently quivering lips, a flash of blood soared through his dark pupils, his long and lean body tensed to the point of trembling, teeth clenched, his voice hoarsely shouting, "Ye Xiao is my woman, has nothing to do with you, Rong Mochen. You are not welcome here, please leave immediately."
"Your woman?"
Rong Mochen sneered, his chiseled features fierce, slightly tilting his head to look at Ying Jingyao, "Did I agree?"
