"Stop right there!" Lu Ziheng commanded sternly.
Ran Yu stopped in her tracks, turned her head, and with her cute little nose and eyes, she stared at him, "You wouldn't be thinking of backing out now, would you?"
Lu Ziheng: "..."
He frowned, rubbing his temples.
Ran Yu clenched her fists, telling herself to endure, not to swear, just let him have his little say—after all, there wouldn't be any chance for that afterwards!
