Luo Anning frowned and stared at Rong Yan who was dragging her away with pursed lips. She yelled angrily, "Rong Yan, let go of me!"
Rong Yan ignored her and had a petulant expression on his face.
She struggled and hit him. She even kicked him but he did not budge. At last, he finally flew into a rage because she kicked his calf with her stilettos.
"Luo Anning, are you done!?!"
"Am I done? Hah, just take it that I'm throwing a tantrum then. Prestigious Young Master Rong, will you please let go of me now? I don't want to be embroiled in a scuffle with you. I still have a sense of shame."
Rong Yan warned coldly, "Luo Anning, don't push your limits. Don't think you can throw a tantrum just because I fancy you!"
Just because he fancies me?
Luo Anning wished she could laugh out loud. Does fancying me mean that he can romance and tease me when he's in a good mood, and turn his back on me to treat me coldly when he's out of sorts?
