He's really fierce!
A sick cat can be more terrifying than a tiger when angered.
Su Luo hurried to button up her clothes, but the more anxious she was, the easier it was to make mistakes. She fumbled for quite a while without success.
The atmosphere in the carriage was oppressive.
Sweat started to appear on Su Luo's forehead, and the man's face darkened progressively.
If she had known, she wouldn't have worn this dress that she couldn't even button properly.
Just at that moment, the carriage stopped. Jiang Yang's rigid voice sounded from outside, "Princely Heir, Young Mistress, we've arrived!"
"Truly as stupid as a pig!" The man stood up first, a handkerchief covering his mouth as he lightly coughed. As he lifted the curtain to get off the carriage, his figure crossed with Su Luo's. He reached out and with a light touch, the button Su Luo had struggled with was perfectly fastened.
Su Luo was astonished -- how many women's dresses must he have undone to have such skill?
