Lu Rongrong nodded, turned her head and bolted out, her steps stumbling, as if she were being chased by ghosts.
Just as she ran out of the Imperial Banquet Building, an arm suddenly emerged from around the corner, pulling her into the shadows. Her petite body was drawn into a cold embrace, instinctively wanting to scream out 'Help—'
Beside her ear, however, rang a familiar yet chilly voice: "Lu Rongrong, did you take my words lightly? I told you not to come back today, yet you not only ignored me but appeared at the Imperial Banquet Building dressed so flamboyantly?"
"What's the matter, you've barely been back in Italy for a few days, and you're so eager to seduce men?"
Lu Rongrong looked up and met Lu Qiao's hawk-like sharp eyes.
