Han Yingying gently tugged at Shen Mosheng, signaling him to let her handle it.
Then, she straightened her back and looked directly at Ye Haofan, "You said that if I won the bet, you'd give us another chance. I've won, you won't go back on your word, will you?"
"You will regret this!" Ye Haofan stared at Han Yingying, his pupil color gradually darkening as if a storm was brewing.
Looking into those unfathomable eyes, Han Yingying knew that Ye Haofan was truly angry.
But she had no intention to back down, "If I go with you, I'd regret it even more."
"I'm giving you one more chance," Ye Haofan's eyes grew darker.
"Even if you gave me a hundred chances, I would still choose to be with Shen Mosheng without hesitation. Ye Haofan, I'm grateful that you saved me and wherever I can repay you, I will do my best to repay. But the one I love is Shen Mosheng, and that will not change until I die."
