Yan Qianyi: "I didn't say those two words."
Mu Yunlie: "But that's what you meant!"
"Let go of me, I don't want to talk to you anymore!" Yan Qianyi struggled.
Mu Yunlie sighed helplessly, softening his voice, "Alright, alright, it's my fault, all my fault."
For the past twenty-seven years, Mu Yunlie never imagined that one day he would hold a woman in his arms and set aside his dignity and temper to cajole her.
Yan Qianyi pouted proudly, "You know you were wrong?"
"En en." Mu Yunlie nodded his head.
Yan Qianyi tilted her chin, "So, did I do anything wrong?"
Mu Yunlie quickly shook his head: "No, how could you be wrong? Everything you do is right. Actually, I do trust you, it's just that I'm not happy you had dinner with other men without telling me."
She didn't have dinner with him but ran off to have dinner with other men—how could he be happy?
