Qi Shaoze watched the changes in Chu He's anxious expression.
He slightly moved his lips but didn't utter a word.
Chu He, seeing Qi Shaoze's mouth move, thought he was about to speak. But his silence only made her more anxious.
"Young Master Qi, tell me, what do I need to do to appease you and make you leave?"
Qi Shaoze, with a rogue-like tone, countered Chu He's question: "What if I don't leave?"
Chu He was so angry she felt like her lungs would explode. Qi Shaoze was completely unpredictable, her face turning from pale to flushed in frustration.
Qi Shaoze saw Chu He's frustrated expression and casually said, "I told you, there's a way to appease me. After all, a sharp tongue deserves a slap, right, Chu He?"
"Ah..." Chu He gasped in disbelief, looking at Qi Shaoze's mocking smile, "You... you want me to slap myself?"
Qi Shaoze, uncaring of Chu He's shock, coldly sneered, "You don't have to do it."
