Anger instead of gratitude?

It happened so fast that Jing Lihua could not think of a way to escape from this potentially deadly incident. Little fussy mewed in anger when unintentionally Jing Lihua held her too tightly. "Ah, sorry." She whispered before looking up and glaring at that delinquent that was probably going to have her killed by the hands of a certain 'Devil'.

It might have been alright if the situation was different. But Li Zhiqiang had tried relentlessly to get her to agree. He wanted to attend the party with her but she had refused him. Now that if he learned she had someone else escort her, what would that Devil do to her?

Jing Lihua shuddered thinking of the consequences.

After that, the intensity of her glare ascended to another realm of deadliness.