No matter how wildly Sheng Jianan acted, the person in his arms seemed completely unresponsive, indifferent.
A pair of eyes, clear and transparent, devoid of any emotion.
This made Sheng Jianan admit defeat, restraining his frenzied kisses, yet he still didn't let her go, holding her tightly in his embrace.
After a long while, Su Anle slowly spoke, "Mr. Sheng, can you let go of me now?"
Sheng Jianan retreated a little, staring straight at her, while Su Anle met his gaze calmly, neither arrogant nor servile, and without any emotion, "Mr. Sheng, you said if I didn't stay, the airport would remain chaotic. Now that I have stayed, it doesn't mean you can do whatever you want to me. I'll pretend that what just happened didn't happen, but if you cross the line again, I will take legal action."
Su Anle turned to twist the doorknob, but her wrist was grabbed again, Sheng Jianan's eyes dark as ink, "What do you mean?"
