Thinking of Lin Feng, Luo Qingqing had assumed that the only people who could enter her bedroom at such a time, besides her mother, would be that rascal Lin Feng.
So, she dared to speak so recklessly. However, when Luo Qingqing turned around, she froze, because the person who had quietly entered her boudoir was not Lin Feng, but Chu Zhongyuan, whom she absolutely did not want to see.
"Chu... Master Chu, how... how can you be here?"
Luo Qingqing was startled to see Chu Zhongyuan and hurriedly stepped back, asking in surprise.
"Why shouldn't I be here? Ha, Luo Qingqing, I should be the one asking you... I called you, but you didn't answer, and... what did you just say? Who kissed you forcibly? Aren't you my woman?"
Holding a bouquet of beautiful, delicate roses, Chu Zhongyuan's demeanor was anything but gentlemanly. He became utterly ferocious, his eyes bulging, and his face contorted with rage as he waited for Luo Qingqing's explanation, interrogating her harshly.
