Xiao Qiang pretended not to notice, his eyes focused solely on the broken sword, utterly engrossed.
Zhang Xiao'ou was livid, she yanked Xiao Qiang over and linked her arm in his, squeezing out a smile at the elderly man in fancy robes, Dong Wen, "I'm sorry, sir, but without my man's approval, I don't accept anyone's business card."
"This..."
Dong Jin hadn't expected Zhang Xiao'ou to be so defiant, making him feel terribly awkward in front of everyone.
Xiao Qiang felt even more frustrated, he shot Zhang Xiao'ou a fierce stare before deciding to pull a prank. He lovingly wrapped his arm around her petite waist; they looked just like a couple.
"Let go of me!"
Zhang Xiao'ou protested weakly, her body limp. Her tiny hand squeezed onto Xiao Qiang's waist.
Xiao Qiang gathered his internal energy, causing his muscles to deflect her grip, which in turn shocked Zhang Xiao'ou.
