The man seized her arm in a grip, his handsome face as if coated with a layer of ice, "Luo Qiangwei, don't you have anything to say?"
Luo Qiangwei turned her face away, not looking at him, her tone equally cold, "Say what? There's nothing good to say."
Moh Shiche chuckled coldly with disdain, "How about we talk about your Ah Chu? What feelings did you have seeing him tonight, or perhaps emotions, don't you think you should tell me about it?"
"Oh, so that's what this is about," Luo Qiangwei pulled up the corners of her red lips, finally lifting her face to look at him, "But since you've said that he's 'my' Ah Chu, I've decided not to tell you."
After she spoke, she shook off his hand and headed straight for the bathroom. Moh Shiche grabbed her again, his voice deep and assertive, like a declarative sentence, "But you belong to me."
