Mu Yiliang felt a bit uneasy under his gaze.
"Young Master Yan, this doesn't comply with our agreement..."
"Well then, don't blame me for using some tactics..." Yan Sijue narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone becoming tougher, "If necessary, I'll have to investigate you!"
"No way!" Mu Yiliang was angry.
"Then don't leave..." his voice turned low and gentle again.
Mu Yiliang was held by him, dazed and at a loss for what to do.
Thinking for a moment, she finally said, "Alright then, I'll give you a phone number so you can find me..."
"A phone number?" he raised an eyebrow, "You use a different number each time we meet. Maybe as soon as I let you out of this door, you'll discard the number."
Mu Yiliang felt utterly helpless: "Young Master Yan, you should have a bit of confidence in yourself..."
"I have a lot of confidence in myself." He gently stroked her delicate chin, "But I have no confidence in you."
Mu Yiliang looked at him speechlessly.
