Facing Bao Ye's undisguised disgust and aloofness, Su Wan felt bitter, truly experiencing what it means to change one's attitude faster than flipping a book.
Thinking of Bao Ye's meticulous care for Jiang Ruan just now, Su Wan bit her lip, suppressed her discomfort, and spoke gently, "Bao Ye."
"Call me Mr. Bao." Bao Ye interrupted her, "You're not worthy of calling me Bao Ye."
The man's tone was extremely indifferent.
Jiang Ruan raised her eyebrows, her eyes shimmering.
Tsk, so domineering.
But she liked it.
Worried about Jiang Ruan's injuries, Bao Ye sat down with an arm around Jiang Ruan's shoulder, appearing intimately like a married couple in front of Su Wan.
Su Wan's face turned even paler, and under the eaves, she had to bow her head, "Yes, Mr. Bao."
