Yu Jingrong roared at him, forcefully responding, "No!!"
Thinking about the past, especially that night's incident, made Yu Jingrong feel a bit guilty, embarrassed. Raising her voice was a form of cover-up.
But Li Chengyun didn't believe her. He grabbed her arm again and pulled her towards him: "Swear on your father's name!"
In that moment, Yu Jingrong's eyes widened with fear. She was motionless, as if encountering a monster in the dark. She hardly dared to breathe.
Just when Yu Jingrong felt like she was suffocating, Li Chengyun seemed to realize he had gone too far and abruptly let go of her.
Yu Jingrong lifted her head, her eyes gleaming with hurt. "Li Chengyun, how dare ... how dare you bring up my dad."
Li Chengyun lowered his gaze, "I retract what I just said."
Realizing his overstep, yet he would not apologize. That was Li Chengyun.
