Flowers Are Not Sent By Him

They were actually not familiar with each other at all, only relatives by name. He didn't want to get familiar with them either, which was, in his eyes, a waste of his energy.

"Forget it, go by yourself." Ye Hao glanced at Yang Kexin lightly. "I'll go home for dinner."

After saying that, he pulled the door of the car open directly, sat in the driver's seat and fastened his seat belt, moving as habit in one flow of movement.

Yang Kexin pouted her red lips, feeling wronged. She did not expect her cousin to be so indifferent to her. However, she did not want to give up this opportunity.

"Big cousin..." She put her hand on the door of the car, looking like a poor little sister in need of comfort. She wanted to arouse the protective desire out of the man in the car as well.

Ye Hao lowered the window. His frown suggested his great impatience.

"What on earth are you up to?" He spoke in a higher voice, with a hint of irritation in his eyes.