"But I and President Ren don't think the same," Han Caiyin said with a slight blush, "Anyway, I am not going to agree to Su Xuan's request to be his wife!"
"When the time comes, it won't be up to you anymore," Zhao Xiaoyi shrugged her shoulders, "I need to get going now."
"Zhao Xiaoyi, don't go," Han Caiyin called out, stomping her feet in frustration, then couldn't help but glance at Su Xuan on the stage, seeing him and Li Yuanyuan still flirting with each other, she felt an inexplicable irritation, "Damn jerk, thinking I would marry you, no way, hmph!"
Han Caiyin's conversation with Zhao Xiaoyi was naturally overheard by Su Xuan.
Su Xuan was also a bit depressed, supposedly Caiyin hated him, but what had he done wrong?
Su Xuan kept glancing at Han Caiyin, who was sitting below the stage, clenching her clothes in her hands, looking unhappy, just like a wronged little wife, occasionally muttering something to herself.
"Su Xuan, what are you looking at?" Li Yuanyuan asked.
