"Hmph, are you trying to make things difficult for me?" Zhang Yuhong's smile froze on his face. He patiently played the zither, confessed, and flirted. He had pretended to be infatuated for a long time, but Ling Chuxi was not moved at all. His anger rose as he covered the hand she had slapped away.
"So what if I am?" Ling Chuxi looked up, her face as cold as ice. Was he revealing his true colours?
"You don't know what's good for you! You should be grateful that I was attracted to you. I thought you were good and wanted to make you my wife. But since you don't know what's good for you, then you can't blame me." Zhang Yuhong's face turned sour and a group of lackeys surrounded them from behind as they stared at Ling Chuxi and the others aggressively.
"What? Do you still want to use force?" asked Ling Chuxi calmly.