Gu Qingcheng felt a pain in her wrist, and a fire ignited in her calm eyes.
Today, her wrist really suffered.
First, it was Huo Sicheng.
Then, it was Qi Shaoze.
Both of them pinched the same spot on her wrist, causing unbearable stinging pain.
She shook off Qi Shaoze's grip and saw the bruises on her wrist deepen, her eyes, now fiery, filled with anger.
But she didn't lash out at Qi Shaoze, just looked at him coldly.
"Why did I do this?" she asked Qi Shaoze. "What have I done to wrong you? Or is it because you didn't position yourself correctly in your status, or perhaps you think that as my friend, I was wrong to allow you to meet my husband and chat with us? Or do you think that my refusal of the necklace you gave me was an insult to you?"
Qi Shaoze, initially full of rage, was left speechless and temperless by Gu Qingcheng's words.
He hadn't properly understood his role as her friend when meeting Huo Sicheng.