The simple hotpot broth was boiling with a GURGLE.
The living room was very silent.
Jian Xi sat on a comfortable plush sofa. Zhou Yan was seated on her left, Wan Yu on her right. As for Si Yuhuan, he sat arrogantly across from Jian Xi, while Yan Qing led a group holding 999 roses, a hastily made three-layer cake, and some urgently procured jewelry and haute couture.
The scene was very silent, so embarrassingly quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Yan Qing, ever perceptive, cleared his throat and ordered, "Set everything down carefully."
Jian Xi suddenly spoke up. "Then leave."
Si Yuhuan looked up at her intently.
Jian Xi, likewise, looked back at him without a trace of emotion and said deliberately, "I do not keep trash here."
Si Yuhuan clenched his fists tightly.
He had never been so humiliated in his entire life.
My bestie is so cool! Wan Yu screamed internally. In this entire world, she was the only one bold enough to speak to Si Yuhuan like that.
