Forget Mu Feichi

When it came to understanding men, could Qi Yichen possibly not know more than her?

Qi Siyu had been overseas for so many years, and she had seen all kinds of men. Weren't all men the same?

The more she could not get what she wanted, the more restless she became. She did not believe that Mu Feichi was an exception.

No matter what, he was still a man of flesh and blood.

Qi Yichen raised his eyebrows. There was a distant charm on his handsome face. The more annoyed Qi Siyu became, the more indifferent he was. It seemed that he did not take it seriously at all.

"As the saying goes, good advice has always been harsh. Even if you don't want to hear it, I have to say it. If you still don't understand the current situation, I don't mind reminding you."

Qi Yichen stood up straight and walked down the stairs. He ignored Qi Siyu's erratic love-crazed episode and sat lazily on the sofa.