As long as she could escape from him, she didn't mind saying more unseemly words.
The man laughed heartily, not the least bit angry at her words.
"Since that's the case, I don't mind you hating me a little more. If I can't have your love, getting your hate is also quite nice," he said.
He suddenly scooped her up and strode out of the garden.
Lin Xinlan was taken aback, suddenly realizing something, her face turning pale as she began to struggle desperately, "What are you doing? Put me down, put me down!"
Qiao Yiyang's lips thinned, and there was an icy coldness in his eyes.
His strong, powerful arms held her without a moment's pause, taking large steps towards the upstairs.
"Qiao Yiyang, what on earth do you want to do?!"
Lin Xinlan panicked, she was very afraid of what he might do.
No matter how she struggled, it was useless; at this moment, he was icy, stern, and dangerous in a way that was very frightening and daunting.