"No way!" he refused stiffly, "I can't feel at ease when you're not under my nose!"
"What's there to worry about?" Mu Yiliang widened her eyes, "I'm not a child anymore!"
He continued to snort lowly.
"Young Master Yan, you're the one who's getting more childish." Mu Yiliang muttered, "You're even worse than Xiaoze..."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing..." Mu Yiliang dared not repeat, continuing to cling to his sleeve and act coy, "Just agree, won't you?"
Yan Sijue looked at her expressionlessly.
"Come on, please!" Mu Yiliang kept being coy.
The man remained expressionless.
She was a bit deflated, snorted and said, "Forget it, I don't need your permission anyway. You can be angry if you want."
After speaking, she turned to leave.
In the next second, Mu Yiliang felt the world spin! Yan Sijue directly hoisted her up and tossed her onto the sofa.
"What are you doing?" Her eyes widened.
