Su Qianxun stood still. She did not want to become his puppet, just as described in the agreement.
"Come over here and dress me," Long Sijue repeated his order. The look on his face had already become considerably colder.
Su Qianxun still did not move. She furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at him. "I agreed to bear your child, but I didn't sell myself to you. Why should I listen to you?"
When Long Sijue heard that, the expression on his face turned absolutely cold. Su Qianxun felt as though a chilly Siberian wind had just blown across the room and turned it into an ice house. She shuddered.
"Get out of here!" Even though Long Sijue's icy stare was on Su Qianxun, he was speaking to the woman beside him.
Zi Fan nodded respectfully, turned, and left the room.
