"Who do you think you are to me? You think I'll do whatever you say?" Han Yingying was utterly speechless and felt as if she had encountered a madman.
Ye Haofan's brows twitched slightly, "If you won't listen, I have no choice but to use force."
Puffing out her chest, Han Yingying challenged him fiercely, "You think you can hit me? Men who hit women are no men at all."
"I don't hit women," Ye Haofan said, and as soon as the words left his mouth, he scooped Han Yingying up in his arms.
"Ah, what are you doing? Put me down right now."
"Taking you away."
"Can't you ask nicely?"
"I did, but you didn't listen."
"I'm listening now, I'm listening, put me down!" Han Yingying yelled desperately, her tears almost starting to fall, already equating Ye Haofan with a lunatic in her mind.
This kind of person, she must stay as far away as possible in the future.
"Too late." Ye Haofan ignored her pleas and continued carrying her forward.
