Xie Yuan pursed his thin lips, his expression stern.
The Buddha beads on his left wrist were cold and hard, and they pressed against Su Miaomiao's waist, causing her some pain.
Lu Zi'ang was about to add fuel to the fire with more comments, but the sight of Xie Yuan's icy demeanor stopped him.
Remembering the fear of being beaten up in the coffee shop, he swallowed his saliva and turned to run away.
"Miaomiao, remember, I'll always wait for you!"
Hmph, what a cowardly and spineless lunatic.
Su Miaomiao couldn't be bothered with him and frowned as she turned to look at Xie Yuan.
"Husband, you're hurting me."
Xie Yuan looked down at her slightly, his eyes deep like the ocean, concealing tempestuous undercurrents.
But Su Miaomiao was not afraid at all, nor a bit guilty.
He slowly loosened his grip and, without a word, turned and walked away.
Su Miaomiao rubbed the sore spot on her waist and grimaced as she followed behind Xie Yuan.
