The Way That Rong Yan Usually Handles Matters

Rong Yan knocked his fingertips against the glass window every now and then. "I'm very curious about what kind of feud would make you turn your back against your cousin. According to what I know, Luo Xinya is your biological cousin. Right?"

Luo Anning's face grew sullen and she clutched the piece of tissue in her hand tightly while staring at a distance. "Don't you try and sound me out. These have nothing to do with you at all."

Rong Yan could not get used to her sudden aloofness. He frowned and pulled her into his arms. Displeased about being forced to sit on his lap, Luo Anning glowered at him and said, "Rong Yan, don't get all touchy feely with me."

Rong Yan chuckled and tightened his grip on her body, causing her to shriek in pain. Is he trying to break my waist?

"Honey, why don't you ever learn to be obedient?" Rong Yan sighed and grabbed her chin to kiss her.