"Luo Tianyao, please stop calling me!" Su Ruoxue said coldly after answering the call.
"Ruoxue, why do you always speak to your fiancé in such a tone?" A lazy male voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Luo Tianyao, you are not my fiancé, and I will never acknowledge you," Su Ruoxue said with an exceptionally cold expression.
"Ruoxue, I don't care whether you acknowledge it or not. Sooner or later, you will be my woman," Luo Tianyao said, holding a wine glass filled with red wine and showing a playful expression.
Luo Tianyao himself was tall and handsome, lounging on a sofa with an innate arrogance and a carefree attitude.
"Luo Tianyao, please let me go," Su Ruoxue said, biting her lip, with a hint of pleading in her voice.