Kiss Me If You Want To Make It Up To Me

That smile on Yue Tingfeng's face froze for a second. Was she taking a dig at him?

He shamelessly replied, "Don't worry, that jerk will apologize to you when he gets back."

Yan Qingsi rolled her eyes. "Apologize? I'm not interested at all. Unless you kiss me…"

Mrs. Yue was on high alert listening to their conversation. When she heard what Yan Qingsi said, she immediately interrupted. "Hey, little slut, this is Miss Helen's coming-of-age ceremony, don't you go looking for trouble here. It's bad enough that you're making a ruckus at home, don't you make a ruckus out here too."

Mrs. Yue barely finished her sentence when Yue Tingfeng lifted Yan Qingsi's chin and planted a kiss on her face. "Be good now, don't be angry."

Mrs. Yue pointed at them, exclaiming, "Very good! Both of you are ganging up on me."