Li Beijue did not take the microphone, but instead looked up, his dark eyes fixed on her face, his thin lips moved slightly, and he asked, "Li Qiyun, have you thought it through?"
"It's not too late now, you still have a chance to regret."
His gaze seemed to be restraining something.
Li Qiyun paused for three seconds, avoided his eyes, and said unhurriedly, "That's also what I want to tell you. It's not too late now. If you promise to seriously consider what I told you, I'll stop."
What she mentioned, undoubtedly, was the matter of the marriage alliance with the Oslo family.
Li Beijue responded without hesitation with three words, "Impossible!"
In Li Qiyun's eyes flashed a deep frustration of hating iron for not being steel, she gripped the microphone tightly and said, "Then you'll lose everything you have now! If you think it's worth it for your so-called love, then go ahead and try it! But once shot the arrow can't turn back, I'm not joking with you this time!"
