"Don't even think about it!" Rong Shaoze growled coldly, his hand gripping her wrist tightly, almost crushing her bones.
Lin Xinlan raised her head, meeting his icy and profound gaze.
His eyes seemed to contain so much, so complex, so hard to understand.
Lin Xinlan paused, gradually calming down, and stopped struggling.
"Fine, I trust you to handle it. But you mustn't provoke her, you mustn't let her do anything that could harm Xiaocong!"
Otherwise, she would never be able to forgive him...
"I know," Rong Shaoze's eyes flickered slightly.
He could understand Lin Xinlan's fury and agitation, after all she was just a regular person, who no matter how calm and extraordinary, couldn't bear to watch Xiaocong get hurt.
And she, of course, did not know that his skills and abilities were more than enough to save Xiaocong.
In the end, she didn't know him too well, which was also because he let her know too little about him.
