"Little Yao, I don't hit women," he said.
His voice was heavy, cold, a few degrees cooler than the chill of the late night.
Zhan Se was slightly surprised, the kind of surprise that comes from feeling seen through.
But by now, even if the two of them had a falling out, she had even less to worry about. "Lord Quan the Fourth, I will finish the work as soon as possible. As for... I think you've seen that I have a boyfriend. Please show some respect, okay?"
With that, she turned around and pulled open Zhang Zhongkai's car door.
"Senior brother, let's go."
The car started slowly, passing by Emperor Quan's face in the darkness, which was indistinct, giving Zhan Se an inexplicable sense of suffocation.
He said she owed him, but what exactly did she owe him?
Did he really know her? Why couldn't she remember him at all?
