Whose Portrait Is It (1)

Yang Dianfeng frowned.

It wasn't that he hadn't seen women who had delivered themselves to his door all these years. He had seen many things like throwing a handkerchief and delivering food.

However, she was chased to the entrance. This was the first time.

"Miss Ruan, may I ask what I have done to make you misunderstand?" Yang Dianfeng wasn't one to be gentle with women, nor was he one to be indecisive.

"When I saw Young Lady being troubled that day, this Yang was only helping out. If helping me can cause trouble for myself, then I really don't know what to do."

"This Yang has already told Miss Ruan that this Yang has no interest in you." Yang Dianfeng didn't show any mercy.

Miss Ruan's tears streamed down her face as she listened. She barely managed to stand up straight as she held onto the door.

However, she did not want to marry someone else.