Qin Yishu has been by this man's side for six years and is adept at reading his emotions. She can tell that he is angry; the calm in his eyes at this moment is actually the prelude to a brewing storm.
So, she fearfully took a step back, "Qianchi, it was Aunt Sheng who wanted me to meet the media together."
"Hmm," Sheng Qianchi casually inhaled a puff of smoke and elegantly blew out a smoke ring, "a very good excuse. Because you saved me, I'll believe it just for this time, but if it happens again..."
His gaze suddenly fixed on Qin Yishu's face with an icy coldness that made her tremble involuntarily, "Qianchi, I... I won't dare anymore."
Sheng Qianchi's lips curled into a smile, but the amusement in his eyes was exceedingly faint, "Good, I like talking to smart women."
He slightly lowered his gaze, his eyes falling on the Jade Bracelet on her wrist, "Take it off."
The voice was neither loud nor soft, yet carried an undeniable command.
"What?"
