Sun Qing didn't respond.
No, it was as if she hadn't heard at all.
If what Zhui Ming had said about the rumors was true, Wu Qing could now be considered halfway to being a married man. She hadn't wanted to get too close to him before, let alone now. How could she willingly take on the infamous label of a homewrecker for no reason?
She strode away without a moment's hesitation.
In her consistently cool indifference, Wu Qing rubbed his forehead with a headache, then in two or three steps he caught up, grabbed her arm, and refused to let go.
"Sun Qing, listen to me," he said.
With a man's strength far greater than a woman's and despite all Sun Qing's abilities, her wrist caught in his grip was like being encircled by raw iron—no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free, which made her frown even more.
"Wu Qing, let go. What are you doing?"