"But you're much better than that woman, Dongfang. I'll reluctantly accept you, and be friends with you..." Yi Peilan said, reluctantly.
Yan Song's eyes turned cold, and Yi Peilan instinctively shrank her neck. Yun Ya tugged at his sleeve, "Brother Yan, I need to talk to Miss Yi, will you wait for me for a bit?"
Yan Song patted Yun Ya's head, gave Yi Peilan a warning glare, and then turned to leave. He didn't go far, chatting with peers, but kept his eyes on Yun Ya's every move.
"Brother Yan always has a temper like that, did it scare you?" Yun Ya said with a smile.
"Funny, when have I, Yi Peilan, ever been afraid of anyone?" Yi Peilan raised her eyebrows arrogantly, never admitting she had been nearly scared by him earlier.
"What's so good about a man like a cold store? Everyone's scrambling like frantic roosters..." Yi Peilan grumbled.
