As her hand was tugged, a resonating voice like a heavenly melody came from behind her: "Where are you going?"
As if only just remembering he was there, as if just remembering she had forgotten something important. But with Mr. Xu's words echoing in her mind, she suddenly felt like being willful.
Gently struggling, she pulled back her hand: "Home!"
"I'll take you home!"
"No need."
She refused, her voice was somewhat cold: "Lu Zhanbei, you're so busy with work. Helping me with my violin has already wasted a lot of your time. I don't want to bother you anymore."
Upon hearing this, the handsome man's eyebrows furrowed slightly: "What do you mean you 'don't dare'?"
"I can go home by myself."
Nothing more was said. Her refusal was clear but to Lu Zhanbei, her attitude wasn't just rejection but an act of 'resistance'.
