"Congratulations, congratulations."
Li Shuai, who was originally trembling with fear, suddenly leaned forward with a gloating expression and said.
"Get lost, don't bother me."
Yang Yan pushed Li Shuai's face away, then looked at Leng Youmeng and said:
"What exactly do you want? Make it clear, or you'll bear the consequences."
At this point, Yang Yan was somewhat impatient.
"I was very clear. I want you, nothing else. I just want you to be my man."
Leng Youmeng said calmly.
"Then what about Li Shuai? You ghosts have conditions for choosing a groom, right? Don't tell me any random person will do."
Yang Yan asked suspiciously.
"I never had my eyes on him from the start! Did I ever say I had my eyes on him?"
Leng Youmeng looked at Yang Yan and said very seriously.
"Ah... I really didn't know that. So, should I be happy or disappointed?"
Li Shuai suddenly said with a bitter face.
"If you don't have eyes for him, why are you fixated on him?"
Yang Yan asked again.
