"Chen Yan, I have never loved you. So, let me go." Yang Yichen looked at Chen Yan coldly, his tone extremely firm.
Could it be that the warm memories of the past few years are all imagined by me? Brother, if this is the revenge you want, great, you got what you wanted.
"June, beauties are meant to be pampered. Marry me." Lin Ziyu looked at Chen Yan with a smile, looking like a standard playboy.
"Mr. Lin, I think we should discuss this year's marketing plan. I think this is more practical." Chen Yan smiled with eight teeth, as calmly as if he had heard an ordinary compliment, not a proposal from a diamond man.