"Yes," Qin Ruohan replied casually. Then, he extended his fair and handsome hand in front of Ye Caitang.
"Let's go."
Ye Caitang glanced at Qin Ruohan's large and beautiful hand, and suddenly felt powerless.
She had been up and angry for a long time, but the big shot was still so calm.
Did he not see that she was angry?
"I'm not leaving." Her anger overcame her rationality. She crossed her arms over her chest and rejected Qin the Satan defiantly.
Qin the Satan's black eyes suddenly turned cold. His sharp gaze was suddenly lasered on Ye Caitang's small face.
"Are you sure?"
Ye Caitang met Qin Ruohan's dark and sharp beautiful eyes. She suddenly felt inexplicably terrified.
In the end—under Qin Ruohan's warning gaze—she stuffed her small hand into Qin Ruohan's large palm.
In order to ease the awkwardness of compromising too quickly, Ye Caitang looked at Qin Ruohan and typed in confusion: