After enduring for a long time, seeing that Han Yingying had no intention of driving those handsome guys away, Shen Mosheng finally couldn't suppress his overwhelming jealousy and sarcastically remarked with a cold and snide tone.
"Miss Han claims she only likes me, yet flirts with other men right in front of me, that kind of 'liking' is truly cheap."
Throwing him a coquettish glance, Han Yingying giggled and asked, "Is Mr. Shen jealous?"
"You're overthinking it, I just can't stand your frivolity."
"If it were Mr. Shen, I could be even more frivolous, would Mr. Shen like to try?" Han Yingying leaned in slightly as she got up, her smile flirting with coyness and innocence, presenting a charm of its own.
Shen Mosheng abruptly pulled back, scoffed coldly, and snorted lightly, "Don't come so close, I'm afraid you'll scare me."
