Saint Ruan vehemently shook his head, "I don't want to."
Had time allowed, he would have asked for it to rewind so that he could have bound Su Yingxue even tighter, and stuffed his socks into her mouth as well.
This ungrateful bastard!
Chu Yihan's chest swelled with rage, which he couldn't vent on Su Yingxue.
All he could do was furrow his brow tightly, "You do not trust Your Highness! Would I abandon Su Hao without a care? You are so anxious to dash out here to court death, do you think of marching and fighting as child's play?"
"Your Highness, I didn't mean..."
"Had it been Qin Muyan advising you today, would you have patiently waited?" Chu Yihan's deep brows and eyes fixed on her.
Su Yingxue was stunned for a moment, unable to come back to her senses. Why suddenly bring up Qin Muyan?
What does he have to do with this?
To Chu Yihan, her momentary distraction was an admission.
