"You know, Fourth Master, if you're going to pull off a switcheroo, why not get yourself a bulletproof car? Driving a convertible is practically asking for death. If that bullet just now had hit me, what would you have done?!"
The man raised an eyebrow, his lips curving up in a sly grin. His devilishly charming face looked as if it was just asking for a beating. "Isn't a convertible nice? So full of style! Besides, even if you died, I'd take responsibility for you. I'd make sure your tombstone read clearly—Wife of Emperor Quan. Even in the Netherworld, you'd still be my woman. You wouldn't be at a loss."
Damn!
Zhan Se was inwardly seething yet couldn't be bothered to argue with him anymore.
Watching the cars behind getting farther away, her neck felt stiff from being pressed down. Just as she was about to lift her head, she noticed Emperor Quan's expression suddenly change, looking rather unpleasant.
