Si Chu didn't know if he was addicted to acting or was really furious, as he looked at her with deep and somber eyes and said softly, "What are you talking about, miss? If anyone should leave, it should be I."
This time, she really couldn't be coaxed easily.
With her brow cheerfully twitching, Mingshu's tone involuntarily grew heavier, and she gave an irritated side-eye to the group of blockheads behind her, "Aren't you going to scram?"
Spotting Si Chu's impending action, she quickly grabbed his wrist and whispered urgently, "I wasn't talking about you."
Si Chu lowered his gaze to look at her anxious posture, as if terrified he would run away, and let out a light snort but didn't pull away.
The people behind finally came to their senses, especially Zhui Ying, who very cooperatively herded everyone out. Perhaps startled by the strange atmosphere, the men didn't put up much resistance and simply followed him out.
