Chapter 192: He Can't Tolerate It

As Yan Xiaye spoke this line, seeming lost in thought, she slightly pulled at the corner of her lips, and the mockery at the bottom of her eyes deepened.

Not waiting for Li Beicheng to respond, she straightforwardly took over the conversation and said indifferently with a detached tone, "Li Beicheng, since your daughter needs you so much, you don't have to force yourself to stay for dinner. My temple is too small to accommodate your grand presence. You should just return where you came from."

As the last word fell, she directly bent down to retrieve the plate of fried rice, and in front of Li Beicheng, carried the plate back to her table, found a pair of chopsticks, and methodically started eating and flipping through her book as if Li Beicheng's presence or absence was utterly trivial to her, failing entirely to capture her interest.

In matters of love, the one who falls in love first is doomed to be the loser.