For Beicheng Li, who was so persistent, Xiaye Yan really wanted to curse someone out.
She avoided him like the plague, showing no intentions of making breakfast for him. She looked at him with loathing in her eyes, "Don't dream about it. I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself from poisoning the food, and then I'd have to pay with my life for someone like you. Just thinking about it feels pointless."
"Exactly, little Xiaye is so smart!" Bai Yan originally planned to throw Beicheng Li out directly, but then he thought that allowing him to stay and annoy Xiaye Yan was also quite satisfying, "Young Master Li, you'd better not go too far, otherwise don't blame me for calling Second Master Li to come pick you up."
Mentioning Yuntang Li, Beicheng Li's arrogant and casual attitude slightly retracted, yet his gaze remained fixed on Xiaye Yan.