Gong Yan walked up to Lin Zhiyi, his face looking terrible.
He started speaking with the same tone of having endured immense humiliation.
"Zhiyi, are you also laughing at me inside? In the end, he is still one step ahead."
"Young Master, do you have some sort of persecution complex?" Lin Zhiyi coldly retorted.
"What... what did you call me?"
Gong Yan looked at Lin Zhiyi in surprise.
Lin Zhiyi repeated, "Young Master."
"Zhiyi, don't be like this. I just was..."
"Just saw the scarf around my neck, so you wanted to use this matter to suppress your uncle, right?" Lin Zhiyi cut in. "Stop saying you like me, okay? I can't bear it."
Having said that, she turned to leave.
Gong Yan's eyes turned extremely sinister. He reached out and gripped her wrist tightly, preventing her from leaving.
"Zhiyi, don't talk to me like this. You know very well how I feel about you."