"When I marry Brother Yan, of course, I'll live in his house for the rest of my life." Yun Ya said, as if it was the most natural thing.
Noticing Ning Zihuan's face turning a shade of iron blue, Jiang Xiang couldn't help but laugh.
Only Miss Ji could handle this guy.
Qin Du walked into the kitchen and was taken aback to see Yan Song. He spoke gently, "Let me do it. Yaya loves the omelet rice I make..."
Yan Song's lips curled into a cold smile as he stood straight, skillfully flipping the omelet on the pan, speaking without turning his head, "Is that so? It's because there's no other choice."
Qin Du furrowed his brows; he heard Yan Song's implication that Yan Song was, of course, the better choice.
"About this matter... I apologize deeply. I won't let such things happen again in the future. Also, thank you for saving Yun Ya."
"I save my own fiancée, are you, an outsider, needed to thank me?" Yan Song's voice carried a trace of cold mockery.
It's utterly ridiculous.
