Fu Yanye refused to let her lose her temper any further.
Zhuo Jian looked at his intimidating eyes, feeling humble, simply biting a bit of flesh inside her lip, silent.
"I will take you away!"
Fu Yanye said.
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him in shock.
She had thought he would despise her, but he said he would take her away?
Zhuo Jian felt as if she were trapped in this tiny world, suddenly feeling not so humble anymore.
"Let's go!"
He gently caressed her cheek, then grabbed her somewhat cold hand, intending to lead her away.
Zhuo Jian stood up, pushed away the hand holding her wrist, and said to him, "You still have to take wedding photos, I'll leave by myself!"
Fu Yanye watched as she walked out on her own, an involuntary cold gleam in his eyes.
The several staff members outside were waiting to see the effect of her trying on the wedding dress, but seeing her come out in her own clothes, they all looked at each other, not daring to ask any further questions.
