Ye Qilan knew he had pissed this woman off. Right now, she wanted to flirt with other men in front of him.
He grabbed Su Hongxing's arm and lowered his stance, "Honey, I was wrong. You can hit me or scold me if you want; let's go home and talk it out properly. How about this? I'll never come to a bar again."
Su Hongxing gave Ye Qilan a cold look, while Ye Qilan put on a smile, "If you're still upset, you can punish me by making me kneel on a washboard, okay?"
Su Hongxing couldn't imagine the scene of Ye Qilan kneeling on a washboard.
But seeing Ye Qilan nervously trying to appease her, she sighed softly, "Let's go back."
Ye Qilan breathed a sigh of relief and immediately pulled Su Hongxing, swiftly walking out of the noisy bar.
Once they got into the car, Su Hongxing said coldly, "Ye Qilan, don't you think there's something wrong with the way we interact? Every time we meet, we fight. I can't help but wonder if we're just not compatible."
