Lin Qingyi looked at the man in front of her who had truly stepped on her feet, and a cold and extremely mocking smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. She took a step back, distanced herself, her eyes were as sharp as knives, and she hit Ye Yan clearly and loudly every word:
> "Talk? Ye Yan, when you were playing your strategy game a year ago, you never thought of talking to me."
> "Now? Because of your tattered paper about 'ancestral infertility', and because of the doctor's words of 'fertile constitution'?"
> (Pause, eyes scanning the report in his hand, full of disdain)
> "You want me to give you a child and inherit the throne of your Ye family?"
> **"Oh, Ye Yan, let me tell you——"**
> **"Give, dog, no, no, give, you!"**
