Mù Qiānxún furrowed her brows, trying to pull her hand away from his grasp. But his grip was too strong, holding her hand so tightly that it was turning red.
Unable to free herself, she simply looked at him with mock laughter.
"What do you want?" she asked.
He spoke up, "Qianxun, leave Ou Zun."
Mù Qiānxún couldn't help but laugh.
She realized, was Luo Suifeng really this naive?
How could he brazenly ask her to leave Ou Zun?
Putting aside the fact that the power to decide her relationship with Ou Zun was in Ou Zun's hands, which she had no power to refute.
With how Luo Suifeng was now, what right did he have to ask her to leave Ou Zun?
Mù Qiānxún tried once again to pry her wrist free, but to no avail, she grew angry, "Luo Suifeng, let go of me!"
Regardless of her protests, Luo Suifeng clung onto her hand, refusing to let go.
"Not until you promise to leave Ou Zun."
