"If there's nothing else, you can leave now." Mo Liancheng indicated towards the door with his eyes, suggesting she take care of herself, then lowered his head and continued studying the drawing on the desk.
"But I haven't finished talking..."
"I am very busy."
Qu Tan'er's previously gentle gaze sharpened. The meek approach wasn't working. Suddenly, she spoke in a clear, cold voice, "Mo Liancheng, you're doing this on purpose."
"Calling me by my full name?"
"What of it? Names are meant to be called. Are you not a person?" If he thought of himself as a beast, she had nothing more to say. She had suppressed her temper for two years at the Qu Manor, disguising herself perfectly, but encountered Mo Liancheng and her facade disintegrated.
"Qu Tan'er."
"What?" Qu Tan'er's beautiful eyes showed restraint, but she responded irritably, "I'm not angry. Only those who aren't human get angry over being called by their name."
