Zoe lifted her teary-eyed face to look at him, "Oooh ...... you're still going to fight with me?"

"I'm not that tasteless." Dylan glared at her.

"Then what do you want to do?" Zoe's beautiful eyes blinked, and the tears that were contained in her eyes just blinked down, looking pitiful.

Dylan pulled a chair and sat in front of her. Then leaned down and met her face. Sighing, his cold eyes were filled with helplessness, "Say, what do you want to do to stop making a scene?"

For the man's one hundred and eighty degree turn, Zoe obviously did not react.

"You make a condition, as long as I...