Ye Anqi grabbed the towel on her forehead, pressing tightly against her forehead, "Ya Shitian is mine."
"..." Timothy's good mood instantly vanished!
"I want an objective evaluation."
"Ya Shitian wouldn't agree…"
The implication was that if a woman chose him as her husband, Ya Shitian wouldn't agree.
Timothy felt even more depressed, "One last question, in your eyes, what are my advantages?"
He wanted to know the true impression he had in her heart so he could take appropriate action.
Ye Anqi looked at him and said hoarsely, "Handsome, outstanding…"
Timothy pulled a grin at the corners of his mouth, "What else?"
"Gentle, considerate…"
"Anything else?"
Ye Anqi shook her head, "But none of it compares to Ya Shitian…"
Timothy: "..."
He suddenly stood up, placing his hands on his hips.
Looking at Ye Anqi's confused and innocent look, he couldn't even get angry.
This woman was deliberately irking him.
