Anger Still Bubbled Inside No Matter How Many Times She Wiped

"Xin Yanting!" fumed Yan Rusheng, and his face was livid with anger. He looked as though he could swallow a person alive at that moment.

He peeled her hands from him with a firm and rough grasp. There wasn't a tinge of compassion he had towards the woman he loathed and despised.

But the woman was strangely strong that Yan Rusheng wasn't able to push her away.

Xin Yanting swiftly glanced at the second level and a smirk formed on her face. The next second, she kissed Yan Rusheng's cheek.

She then continued to cling onto him and displayed an unyielding determination to hold on.

"Third Brother, I like you so much ever since I was a child. You promised that you would marry me."

She whined and pouted, but it only disgusted Yan Rusheng even more. "Xin Yanting, don't force me to hit a woman."