The middle-aged man looked quite impatient and roared at Yang Yifeng, "What the hell are you dithering about? Didn't you say you've wanted to get with this little lady for a long time? Now that we've finally got her out here, if you keep dilly-dallying and let her run away, we're going to have trouble!"
This middle-aged man's words were clearly pushing Yang Yifeng into the fire. His words made Liu Ruochen's cheeks show an increasingly disappointed and furious expression. She immediately questioned Yang Yifeng, "Yang Yifeng, is what they're saying true? Did you collude with them to deceive me?"
At this moment, the look in Liu Ruochen's eyes when she gazed at Yang Yifeng bore no trace of the affection she initially had, leaving only a thick sense of disbelief and anger.