Qiao Lian hurriedly waved her hands and said, "I- I am not rushing you, just that, a man is of iron, rice is of steel… I am showing concern for you!"
With Qiao Lian's words, the room became silent instantaneously.
As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that her words were inappropriate. She thought of taking back her words, but it was already too late.
When she saw the look on Shen Liangchuan, which seemed as if he was smiling yet not smiling, she lowered her head at once, with her hand pressing on her chest.
Even though she knew he did not like her…
She had discovered that she still wasn't immune against him, at all.
She couldn't help but feel embarrassed, unable to control the pace of her heartbeat.
She took a deep breath to calm herself down and then said, "If there is nothing, I—"
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Shen Liangchuan wave his hand at her. "Come here."