Li Beijue irritably stared at the pretentious woman in front of him, utterly clueless about what she wanted!
Was her face made from a shoe horn?
Couldn't she see he had no interest in interacting with her!
For those insensible women who insist on coming closer, he never showed a friendly face. Hands in pockets, he glanced her over from a superior stance, his thin lips moved harshly, "I remember saying last time, I don't have a younger sister."
Smack—
Scarlett felt as if she'd been slapped across the face, her cheeks burning. Especially with so many servants around, she felt even more like she'd been slapped.
If it were any other man treating her this way once or twice, she'd have lost her temper long ago. Even if that man tried to ingratiate himself with her later, she wouldn't bother.
But this was Li Beijue, despite her bruised ego, she bit her lower lip and forced a smile, giving herself an out, "Fine, if I can't call you Brother Beijue, what should I call you?"
