Still More Handsome Than You!

It was really the pot calling the kettle black. He was even enjoying himself. 

"Mo Yixuan, Yanyan didn't love you at all since a long time ago. Why do you always pester her?"

"And you?" Mo Yixuan snorted coldly, a touch of freezing light flashing through his eyes, just like knives. He looked at Ye Hao's funny face.

"Ye Hao, don't you think Yanyan still love you?"

Two men in their thirties quarreled like little boys.

Ye Hao's mouth corner was slightly lifted, as if he was smiling. Under the light, that smile was shining with a trace of evilness.

"Every day we talk on the phone and exchange feelings. Sooner or later, she will fall in love with me again." Ye Hao said something through which he intended to piss Mo Yixuan off. However, he knew for himself that what he had said was exaggerating to some extent.