"As long as I like it, that's all that matters. If anyone dares to say a word against it, I'll gouge out their eyes." Sang Zhi's voice was soft as he lifted his head slightly, his dangerous gaze sweeping over the crowd.
His killing intent was completely undisguised.
His imperious presence made everyone avert their gaze. No one dared to look at him.
Held in his embrace, Ye Qianning naturally didn't see how terrifying Sang Zhi's gaze was. Hearing his domineering words, however, she couldn't help but ask, "When did you get so thick-skinned?"
Sang Zhi retracted his gaze, satisfied with his survey of the room. A smile touched his lips as he heard her. "It's you who's gotten thin-skinned."
Ye Qianning subconsciously wanted to touch her face, but her hands were pinned by his embrace. She said with some annoyance, "I still have things to do. Let go of me."
"I'll go with you."
"I'd rather you didn't."
