"Li Xiuying!" Su Yan clenched his back teeth; every time, she always managed to easily stir up all his emotions.
"Su Yan, you're not afraid of me, are you?" Li Xiuying lifted the corners of her mouth, grinning at Su Yan. Her gaze landed on Su Yan's handsome, chiseled face. His features were good-looking, delicate and refined, gentle and scholarly—but with a cold temperament. That vibe made Li Xiuying fall for him at first sight, ever since the very first day they met.
Too bad, after more than two years, she still couldn't warm up that rock.
Su Yan pursed his lips and got straight into the car. "Where's your house?" he asked.
Li Xiuying's eyes spun; she tilted her head and said, "Su Yan, I'm from the Capital City. How would I have a home in Ningbei? I specifically came today to attend your sister Nianhua's wedding, and the bag I gave Nianhua—she absolutely loved it."
"Which hotel are you staying at?" Su Yan frowned slightly.
