"Let go of me!" Xu Yangyang looked at Lan Ye, her tone full of command, but Lan Ye completely disregarded her rejection and was pulling her to leave.
"Lan Ye, you don't actually want to marry me, do you?" Xu Yangyang, unable to break free from Lan Ye, grew even angrier, "I'm telling you, don't even think about it. I will not recognize our arranged marriage. I like Brother Chen, and I will absolutely not marry you."
"I've seen narcissism, but never to the extent of yours," Lan Ye laughed scornfully, "Xu Yangyang, do I look like someone who lacks women's affection? That I must marry you?"
