Jiang Zuo breathed a sigh of relief. 'Oh, it's just about that.'
He'd forgotten about it.
At that moment, Su Qi pressed herself against Jiang Zuo. She looked at him and smiled. "Well, Mr. Jiang Zuo, you look so relaxed. It seems you really let what I said go in one ear and out the other."
Jiang Zuo took two steps back, a little worried. "We're in public. We shouldn't disturb others, right?"
If Su Qi were to hit him then and there, he wouldn't know what to do.
Fighting back was out of the question, but he could probably run away.
Just then, Su Qi's gaze suddenly landed on Jiang Zuo's shoulder. Her brow furrowed, and she grabbed Duan Qiao, asking, "What is this?"
Duan Qiao looked nervous. It suddenly remembered what Jiang Zuo had told it before: come up with its own excuse.
'The excuse must be for this woman,' it thought. 'This cold, indifferent, murderous villain, who cares about nothing, is yielding to this woman in every way. There's even endless tenderness in his eyes.'
