Li Haocheng walked up to her: "Yan Qingruo, Yan Ya has already gone abroad, and I was just playing around with her. I told you, if you get back together with me, you'll be much more comfortable than with that poor husband of yours."
Yan Qingruo looked at him coldly: "But just by looking at your face, I feel disgusted."
"You!" Li Haocheng reached out to grab Yan Qingruo's arm. He had pleaded with her time and time again, did she think she was some kind of Saintess?
Yan Qingruo, cornered in a tight space, had nowhere to dodge, and Li Haocheng was about to catch her.
Now, just the thought of this man touching a fold of her clothing was terrifying to Yan Qingruo.
She screamed subconsciously, "Ah," as she dodged and retreated.
But after a while, Li Haocheng's hand failed to catch her. She looked up, wiped her glasses, and saw that Li Haocheng's arm was grabbed by a man.