Mu Yiliang couldn't help but let out a breath, chuckling dryly: "Young Master Yan, you really are heartless... Look how pitiful the girl is."
Yan Sijue walked up to her, narrowing his eyes slightly: "Pitiful? She's just unwilling to let go of my power."
Mu Yiliang looked at him speechlessly; could he really be this insecure? Does he think every woman is drawn to him solely for his power?
"But, I clearly see that the girl genuinely likes you," Mu Yiliang continued with a sigh.
"That's her business." Yan Sijue's tone was indifferent; Chen Yayan's admiration might make him more tolerant, but that was the extent of it.
Mu Yiliang feigned surprise: "Wow! So you do understand this concept, Young Master Yan! I thought in your world, if you like someone, they must like you back!"
Yan Sijue's expression stiffened fiercely!
Seeing him at a loss, Mu Yiliang felt secretly gleeful. She put her cup on the coffee table, stood up and said, "Young Master Yan, I'm waiting for your good news."
