In the afternoon, Shi Yu drove back to the mansion.
As he went upstairs, Shen Cheng was in front of the mirror, straightening out the wrinkles on the hem of her gown.
Upon hearing the door open, she turned her head to look at him and casually asked, "What, are you not busy today?"
Shi Yu heard her voice and his gaze darkened, he coldly said: "Are you planning on going alone?"
Going alone?
It took Shen Cheng a while to understand what he meant.
This man was so straightforward with his words; he had taken time out of his busy schedule to accompany her to the gala, and she hadn't shown any appreciation.
Even though she felt warmth in her heart, she said the opposite: "Actually, you don't have to go... "
She wasn't that worrisome that she needed to be watched over all the time.
"Dare to say that again?" Shi Yu suddenly strode towards her, a dangerous aura emanating from his deep-set eyes.
