"Then you'd better not speak." Yan raised an eyebrow, directly placing the plate in front of Huangfu Yihui, but still, no one touched the things inside: "This Brother Chen, I've already refused the goodwill of your two companions earlier, do you think your charm is stronger than ours?" He stared into Chen Yao's eyes.
Chen Yao looked at Yan, hesitant to speak, and it seemed compared to looks or people, these two were more than a match for him. He gulped down two mouthfuls of tea but hadn't spoken before the twins behind him couldn't hold back any longer.
"How can you talk like that? It's one thing to ruin our good time before, and to refuse our affection, but now you're speaking like this to our young master?!"
"Pfft..." Luo Qianqian had just sipped some tea and spat it out directly, looking at Yan incredulously: "Affection?" Her eyes were full of ridicule, feeling that such things were a bit embarrassing.
