"Where did you sell it to?" Not only was his expression stern, but even the voice of Ou Gaoning carried a chilling coldness now.
Mi Shen's wrist ached from his grip, unable to break free, she was about to erupt in anger when she heard footsteps approaching, accompanied by voices—
"Miss Mao, this way, please."
It was a servant leading Mao Xiaobei to her!
Mi Shen's eyes lit up, she was about to call out when her mouth was suddenly covered by a hand. Her arm was abruptly tightened, and before she could react, Ou Gaoning had half-dragged her into the nearby bushes.
She moved agilely, trying to break from his hold, but in the pitch-dark, Ou Gaoning effortlessly subdued her by pinning her hands with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. His enchanting face came closer, a low and mellow voice sounded in her ear: "Don't move! Or else..."
Mi Shen shuddered. This narcissist, he wouldn't take advantage of the darkness to do something to her, would he?
