"He doesn't need to be worthy, as long as he is Shen Mosheng, that's enough." When Han Yingying said these words, her eyes and brows were brimming with profound happiness; anyone with eyes could see she was truly blissful.
That expression of joy deeply stung Ye Haofan's eyes; he interrupted Han Yingying abruptly, "Don't speak of it anymore."
He was merely longing for a smile, yet that man could possess Han Yingying's entire heart.
"Ye Haofan, give it up, please, I beg you, you've saved me before, I don't wish to repay kindness with enmity."
"In this lifetime, you'll never see me give up." Ye Haofan released Han Yingying, his right hand pressing tightly against his aching stomach as his face turned paler.
"Are you still planning on going against Shen Mosheng?"
"What, he can't endure it, so he sends you to plead for mercy?" Ye Haofan scoffed coldly.
