"Oh!" Song Jiyun could hardly be bothered with his petty tricks and said, "If you don't tell me, wait until I ask my mother, the conversation won't be as pleasant."
Yuan Yunzhong listened and slowly winked at her, looking entirely innocent and said, "Miss Song, I didn't say anything in front of your mother, you can't possibly want me to spread rumors, right?"
Well played!
Song Jiyun's hand, which was gripping his collar, suddenly tightened, and their faces were so close it seemed as if their breaths could merge into one.
"Let's not beat around the bush," she said slowly, "What are your conditions? Speak!"
Yuan Yunzhong looked at his crumpled collar being gripped by her and slowly replied, "Miss Song, it's not that I don't wish to leave, it's your mother who insists on keeping me here."
The two of them were so close, Yuan Yunzhong lowered his gaze and could see her jet-black hair, smooth forehead, long and curled eyelashes, and those cold, sharp, and compelling eyes.