The Chaos During The Banquet (2)

Rong Yan squinted and subtly stared at her chest with his dark pupils that were as gorgeous and shiny as obsidian, while he pursed his coral lips.

"Who allowed you to wear such a low-cut dress?" Rong Yan questioned in displeasure.

Luo Anning found him to be rather peculiar, for most formal gowns had low necklines and were bare-backed. It was not like he was not aware of that, so why was he suddenly making such a huge fuss?

Besides, she was not entirely willing to dress that way either. The stylist was the one who made her wear that outfit.

Luo Anning remained silent and cocked her head sideways to look out of the window. Feeling displeased about being ignored, he grabbed her head and forced her to stare at him. "Go home and change out of it!"

"No, I like this gown."

"I repeat, change out of it."